Don't own any xmen wish I did but I don't. But I am the creator of Kate soo
If you want to use her just give me a line.
telepath 'thought'
She sat nervously in the office of Mr. Charles Xavier, the owner of Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. Gifted as in all being mutants like her. But they were different from her in many ways as well. She began to play with her sock hat as she fidgeted. Most people had thought her to be a normal person for many years. She had locked away her powers and thrown away the key. Hoping to never have to deal with them. But when she began teaching at a small preschool, things changed. A boy, that barely made it to her hip, was caught in a massive fire in the minute little building, had managed to flip her world upside down. Many onlookers saw her use her powers to save the boy and watched as she healed the cut on his forehead. Even though she had saved the boy, they still ridiculed her and drove her from town. Suddenly the clearing of a throat brought her back to reality and away from her thoughts.
"Ah yes Ms. Johnson, I do believe" The older man in a wheelchair said and came close enough to give her a firm handshake. "A pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Xavier. If you would be so kind to call me Kate." She said and smiled as best as she could.
The man in the wheelchair made his way around to the other side of the desk and pulled out a manila colored folder. He slowly began to thumb through it and then looked up.
"Kate, I have looked at your resume over and over again and can't find anything I don't like. I have been looking for someone like you. I have many teachers in this building but none who can handle and teach the younger ones. And right here on your application it says you have a masters in early childhood education."
"Yes, Mr. Xavier, you're correct." She said a bit startled by his knowledge.
"We could really use someone like you here. The kids just seem to be getting younger and younger. Many people don't want to deal with their children being different from the others. And this is the place the send them to and we gladly take them in."
"Mr. Xavier, if asking me to work here then you've already have me hooked." She said and smiled.
The man answered her with a hardy laugh and a grand smile. He gently put his hand out over the desk.
"Welcome to the school, Kate." He said and she returned his hand shake eagerly. "We'll go over all the necessities later on. First I would like you to go take a look around and wonder a bit."
"Thank you, Mr. Xavier. I'm sure everything will work out just fine." She said this time with a genuine smile.
She stood up and began to walk towards the door. He rolled along beside her and reached for the door knob and pulled the heavy door open.
"I think you'll like it here, Ms. Johnson."
She smiled and then slowly walked out of the room.
'Well I guess everything happens for reason.' She thought to herself. 'Maybe I'm needed here more.'
She began to walk down the long hall. The students were in their respective classes and the halls were empty. All that could be heard was the soft clicking noise of her heels on the tile and the muffled voices of people. She sighed and then began to journey through each hallway, taking lefts and rights whenever she thought it was necessary. Just letting herself follow her own two feet and right into the huge bare chest of a man. Startled as she was, she lost her balance and would have fallen if it weren't for the man's awaiting arms. Blushing madly, as he put her on her own two feet with ease.
"Well hello there." He said with a chuckle. His deep bass voice was clearly unaccustomed to laughing for it seemed a bit forced.
She smiled and looked up at the man.
"Yes. Hello there." She said trying to make the overwhelming blush go away.
"You must be the new teacher the professor was talking about." The man said gruffly.
"Yeah I am. He sent me to roam this monstrous place and now I haven't the slightest clue where I'm going." She smirked and shook her head. "It must be a blonde thing." She said pulling up a strand of her golden locks.
"Nah, its just this place is so huge even I find myself forgetting where some of the rooms are." He said and slowly began to put a bit of distance between them.
"Well Mr. um?"
"Logan." He said and slowly pulled the towel off his shoulder to wipe his face.
"Ok, Logan, would you happen to know where the younger children's classes are? I would like to see them."
"Ok. Take this hall and then turn left. Follow that hall till you reach the big statue and then turn right. Go down that hall until you reach the doors that lead to the courtyard."
"Ok, you don't expect to remember all that do you?" She interrupted.
His smirked made her melt and she smile in response.
"Alright I'll show you." He said and began to lead the way.
She quickly caught up with him and took in his quick stride.
"So, Logan, what do you do here?" She questioned.
"I'm pretty much just a body guard. If that's what you want to call it," he said and turned down a hallway.
"Oh, ok that explains it."
"Explains what?"
"The fact that you're walking down the halls half naked." She smirked as she saw the slightest blush appear on his cheeks.
They spent the rest of their walk in a comfortable silence. He slowed his pace as they neared the hall that was for all the younger children.
"Ok here it is." He said a bit harshly.
"Yeah, thanks Logan. I hope to see you around sometime. That is if I don't get lost in this maze." She smirked and began to walk a head to peer into one of the rooms.
He smirked as he caught himself checking her out. Shaking his head, he threw the towel over his shoulder and began to walk back. Heading straight to the kitchen for cold beer and quick snack.
Logan, please would you come to my office.
It was the professor. He growled and grabbed his beer from the fridge and then was off to the professor's office.
He pushed open the big door and walked right in.
"Yeah?" He questioned and plopped down on one of the comfy chairs.
"I know you want to go back to drinking your beer and smoking your cigars, but I have an assignment for you." The professor said as he folded his hands to rest his chin upon.
"How come I have a bad feeling about this?" He said and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I know you have already met our new teacher here at the school. She's a very nice young lady. And she'll be moving in here right away. With some help from a certain friend of mine. We'll get her moved into one of the apartments on campus."
"I'm the one you pick to do this?" He question with as much sarcasm he could manage.
"Well would you rather stay around here and baby sit?" The professor said with an arched eyebrow.
"Good point." Logan said and opened his beer.
"I would like to start getting her moved in today if that's ok?" The professor said.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'll get on it." Logan said and began to walk towards the door.
"Thanks Logan." The professor called out.
"Hn," was his only response.
She peeked into each of the rooms. Seeing the eyes of all of the children still made her smile. They were all different and yet all the same. It made her happy to be here. She smirked and then felt a hand on her back. Turning to see who it was, she was surprised to see a red headed pregnant woman standing there.
"Hello there, you must be Ms. Johnson. It's great to meet you! I'm Jean Summers." The woman put out her hand.
"It's great to meet you too. Please call me Kate." Kate said and shook he woman's hand firmly.
A man with sunglasses appeared beside her and wrapped an arm around her.
"This is my husband, Scott. Scott, this is the new teacher here, Kate Johnson."
"Nice to meet you, Kate" He put out his hand and was returned with a firm handshake.
"Pleasure, Scott." Kate said as the handshake ended "I've met so many new people today. I'm so bad with names. I hope I remember them all."
"I'm sure, you'll do just fine." Scott said with a smile.
"Kate, we'll have to have lunch sometime after you get settled in here." Jean said.
"Yeah we will." Kate's smile grew.
"Well sorry just to leave you here but we're going baby clothes shopping and you know how guys are with that." Jean said with a wink which made Kate laugh.
Scott just let out a long sigh and then smiled.
"Yeah, so I'll talk to you when you guys get back and you guys explain to me all about this place." Kate said and waved at them as they walked away.
As she turned around, she bumped into someone and was face first into man chest. She looked up to see Logan.
"We need to stop meeting like this." Kate said as she rubbed her nose.
"I'm beginning to think you like my chest." Logan said and then stuck his hands in his pockets.
She turned away from him with a smirk on her face and then leaned over to look into the rooms again.
"You like kids?" Logan questioned after a while and leaned up against the wall near the door.
"Yeah, always wanted to have a big family and loved teaching little kids at the same time. So it all worked out." She smiled as she spoke. "You?"
"I don't really know to tell you the truth. Never took the time out of the day to spend with the kids." He said.
She smiled at him and then took a step closer.
"So what did you want?" She said as she crossed her arms.
"The professor wants to start moving you in. I was sucked into it." Logan said with rolled eyes.
"You don't have to. I'm a big girl. I can move my own stuff." She frowned.
"It's ok. I'll enjoy a nice workout."
"Is that all you think about?"
He smirked and then chuckled.
"Ok, wrong question to ask." She laughed and rolled her eyes.
They began to walk out of the big building towards the garage. It was the dead of winter. The snow had just begun to fall again and began to create a fresh blanket on the old snow. Kate pulled her long petty coat as tight as possible and wrapped her scarf loosely around her neck. She turned to look at Logan. He wore a thick black leather jacket. She shivered and laughed at herself. He was perfectly fine and she was freezing her butt off.
"You cold?" Logan asked as if just now noticing that she was shivering.
"You could tell?" She said sarcastically through chattering teeth.
He frowned. For some odd reason he didn't like that fact that she was cold. So he gingerly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. He was happy when after a while the chattering slowed. He typed in the code for the garage and opened the door without pulling his arm out from around her. They walked through the huge garage until they came upon a black van. He strolled over to the passenger's side and opened the door. She slowly got in and watched as he gave a quick smirk and then closed the door. She let her eyes follow him to the other side of the vehicle and as he got in.
"So are we headed?" He asked as he started the van and began backing up.
"I live on South Broadway at the other side of town." She spoke through her cupped hands.
The drive towards her apartment went by extremely fast. When they pulled up to the old broken down apartment building, Logan just stared. He couldn't believe she was staying in this place. Relieve surged through him as the realization that she wouldn't be living there anymore.. He looked at her and watched her as she perked a brow at him.
"Logan, you ok?" Kate said as she began getting out of the van.
"Yeah fine." He managed to say as he shook his head.
They slowly made their way across the street and to the front double doors. She began to fumble around with her keys, trying to find the right one that opened the doors when an old beat up black Chevy made its way by the building. It was going extremely slow, which caught Logan's attention. His eyes slitted and he manage to keep the low growl, that was making its way up, down. Kate was still fumbling with the keys and he wanted her to hurry up. A yell made her turn around, but it was too late. Gunshots had already been fired directly at her. And she was frozen. Nothing would move. She watched in horror as the rain of metal came closer. Logan used his quick reflexes to shove Kate up against the wall and throw his body on top on of hers. He gritted his teeth as he felt the fired bullets go into his back. His squinted eyes were all that Kate could see. She moved her hands up to touch his face. His eyes made their way open and then began to soften from their feral look before they rolled back into his head. She began to freak out when she saw him slowly begin to fall towards the ground. Her immediate response was to try and catch him. Wrong choice. A 5'8, 130 lbs woman trying to hold up a 6'3, 300 lbs man made of indestructible metal was definitely not the smart thing to do. As he fell backwards, her arms were caught behind him where she tried to hold him up. They hit the ground with a thud. Her arms stuck under him. She whimpered and whispered his name. But there was no response. She rested her head on his broad chest and continued to whisper his name. Tears slowly began to trickle down her cheeks and made little puddles on his jacket. Her head shot up when she heard soft groan.
"Logan?" She managed to choke out.
His eyes slowly opened and looked at her. A cocky smirk came to his face.
"Ha I knew it. You do like my chest." He said still with the same smirk on his face.
She managed to laugh even though there were still tears in her eyes. She watched as his face changed from the cocky, full of himself to one of concern.
"You ok?" He questioned.
"Yeah I'm fine other than the fact you're laying on my arms." She said and put on his trademark smirk.
The slightest blush crept up onto his face as he sat up. He watched her as she pulled her arms slowly out from under him and awkwardly maneuvered herself off of him and stood up. She put a hand down to help him up in which he gladly took.
"How?" She questioned and looked for bullet holes.
"Increased healing and a body made of indestructible metal always helps."
"Yeah and you make me worry about you. I thought you had died." She shakily said as she tried to make herself not think about what just happen.
"Just fine. Promise." He said and then leaned down to pick up her discarded keys.
He handed them to her and smirked. She gave him the best smile she could and then turned to unlock the doors.
The building was trashy and dirty and in the wrong part of town. The inside was crumbling and needed a paintjob badly. For some odd reason he couldn't picture her living here. As they walked up the stairs, he noticed more and more how bad the place was. Graffiti lined the walls of the hallways and concrete that had fallen from the ceiling littered the floors. After three flights of stairs, they made their way down a hall, looking worse than most of the others, and to a door. With a quick jiggle of the door handle, the door opened easily without a key. The apartment was barely 1 room. Boxes were stacked high and around in every available space.
"Home sweet home." She muttered and then gave a quick chuckle.
"Wow...." Was the only thing he could think of.
"Yeah, I know. Kinda trashy." She said and began gathering some of the bigger boxes.
"Alright, let's get this done and over with. I'd rather not stay here too long. Those guys might come back and I rather not get too many more holes in my favorite jacket."
She stopped what she was doing and looked at the ground. She really didn't mean for any of this to happen. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to get shot. She was never meant to have powers. She was never meant to be exiled from her town. None of this was suppose to happen. Everything was supposed to be normal.
He looked at her and really felt bad for bringing it back up. He thought that she was all over it now. But now she stood there, facing away from him and head bowed. Her quick in take of breath told him that she was crying. This was one thing he wasn't good at. Giving sympathy. But right now that's what he knew she needed most. So he did the only thing he could think of. He swiftly walked up towards her, spun her around, and brought her crashing into his chest. At first she tried pushing away, but when she realized he wasn't going to let go, she wrapped her arms around him and let herself cry for the first time in a very long time.
"Logan?" came her muffled voice.
"Yeah?" He said while looking down at her honey colored hair.
"Thank you." She said while trying to calm herself.
"No problem." Was his short reply.
He slowly let her go and again looked her over from head to toe. Checking for any injuries just to be sure. She smiled and wiped her eyes.
"We'll talk about this later, ok?" His deep voice soothed her.
"Yeah." She muttered.
"No, really, we're going to talk about this. You don't need to be like me and keep it all bottled up." He commanded and grabbed her shoulders to make his point.
She nodded and then began to once again gathering up boxes. He, too, grabbed his share. They both made their way back to van and then back up again.
It was about dark when they loaded the last of the boxes in. She smiled as she looked at him bending over to try and fit the last box in. It was then that she notice, how well they clicked together. How odd. She was normally the type to take a long time to get to know. But they hit it off. She smirked.
"Ready?" Logan said as he closed the door.
"Go on. I'll just stay here tonight. We won't be able to get this stuff unpacked and I can sleep on the couch here." She said as she tightened her coat again.
"I think not. If your sleeping anywhere it going to be at the mansion. You know it's not safe here. I won't let you put yourself into anymore danger than you have already put yourself in. It's just plain stupid." Logan said and opened the passenger's side door.
"Where am I going to stay? In one of the dorms?" She questioned and once again tightened her jacket and scarf.
"Just get in the van so we can get out of this damn cold." He gestured for her to get in.
"Logan..." She complained.
He frowned and then grabbed a hold of her and put her in the van and buckled her seat belt.
"Ha you're stuck." He said and closed the door.
He smirked as he got in on the other side.
"Well that was unexpected." She said and turned on the heat.
"Yeah you should always expect the unexpected with me." He stated and put the van into gear.
She just rolled her eyes and then laughed. It was nice to see her smile.
"Ok, Mr. Unexpected, where am I going to sleep tonight?" She questioned.
There was a silence which was spent with Logan thinking and Kate looking out the window at the falling snow.
"Well?" Kate questioned.
He mumbled something.
"What was that?" She asked.
"You can have my bed tonight I'll sleep on the couch." He said in a quiet tone.
"You don't have to." She said with an arched brow.
"Yeah but I want to." He said and gave a little smirk.
The ride back was just as fast as the ride there. They pulled into the long driveway and into the monstrous garage. She unbuckled her seat belt and then got out and was about to open the sliding door to the van when Logan grabbed a hold of her hand.
"We'll worry about it later. It's dark and I'm beat." He said and realized he still had a hold of her hand.
"Yeah, ok." She said and headed towards the side door of the enormous building.
They walked into the huge school and saw many students and teachers walking around doing their own things. She genuinely smiled and sighed in contentment. While pulling off her sock hat, she turned and was getting ready to ask Logan where his room was when she noticed that his knuckles turn white and tense a bit. Turning to see what made him uneasy, she saw Jean walking by with Scott by her side.
"Come on." He said gruffly and shoved his hands into his pockets of his jacket.
She followed him silently with a look of confusion on her face. Some things she probably wouldn't ever get and that would probably be one of them. Letting her hand slide up the railing as they made their way up the stairs and then down a hall. He opened the door to his room, turned on the light, and walked right in. The apartment was small. It had a bedroom, a living room area, a bathroom with a shower, and a small kitchenette. It was barely furnished but fit the person who lived in it. She took off her coat and scarf and laid them over the couch along with her hat. A thought came to her. What was she going to sleep in? Not in her jeans and sweater. She turned to Logan, who was just staring off into space, and shook her head.
"Logan?" She questioned and gently shook his shoulder.
He shook his head and then looked at her. His tense stature softened and then that customary smirk was back on his face.
"Yeah?" He said quietly.
"What's wrong?" She gave his shoulder a quick squeeze and then let it slide down his back.
He just shook his head and then looked away towards the wall.
"Logan?" She frowned. "You told me not to keep things bottled up and here you are doing the very same. You're being a hypocrite."
"Jean and I used to have this thing I guess. If you even want to call it that. It was more on my part. I thought I loved her. But she chose Scott. They got married and look at them. They're going to have a kid. Then look at me, I'm just....." He let his sentence wonder.
"Logan..." she sighed out his name.
"I can't believe I still haven't gotten over it. It was more than 5 years ago. But I mean I haven't had anything to replace that little hole that she left. I mean what if that was me? What I was going to be a father instead of Scott. Yet you can't picture Jean without Scott and Scott without Jean. This is just bullshit." He said and threw his coat on the couch and made his way to the kitchen.
He, then, grabbed to beers from the fridge and walked back in. He tossed one at her in which she gladly took. He popped open the cap and began to chug the beer while standing there. For once, she let her eyes wonder. He wore a plain white t-shirt with a pair of wranglers and a big belt buckle just to add to it. Through his shirt, you could see firm chiseled chest muscles that lead down to rock hard abs. Her eyes wandered down to the bulge that rested in between his legs. She smirked and then opened her own beer. As she did her eyes went on their own adventure again. This time to his face. His hair wasn't the way it was when they first met. It was now gelled back with a few hairs that were stubborn and managed to curl onto his forehead. Long thick sideburns came to a point on either side of his chin with a five o' clock shadow for a mustache that connected the two. His nose was masculine and but wasn't too big. His dark brown eyes were hard looking and yet soft at the same time. Above each eye was a thick manly eyebrow. He was quiet a handsome man. She took a sip of the beer and then plopped down on the couch. He took a seat next to her and clicked on the TV.
He really wasn't watching the screen. He was just letting his eyes wander over the beauty sitting next to him. Long muscular legs were covered by a tight pair of jeans that he knew made her firm butt look sexy. She wore a dark blue turtleneck sweater that was way too big on her but made her look cute. And under that sweater, he could only imagine: Her small yet perky breasts, smooth stomach, thin waist and velvety skin. Letting his eyes roam up to her heart shaped face. Everything about her was feminine: her round chin, her petite ears, her small nose, and her thin yet full lips. Her eyes were a light crystal blue that were shielded by long lashes and thin brows. Thick honey colored hair came to a little below her shoulders and made her eyes look even bluer. She was gorgeous and made a man ache between the legs.
"Kate, what happened?" He said out of no where and tried make his mind think of other things that his body wanted.
She took a deep breath in and then slowly let it out.
"Well I guess I should start when I found out about my powers." Again she took a deep breath and let it out. "I was about ten and girl who got into everything. I was a tomboy to the heart. I brought home frogs, toads, caterpillars, lightning bugs, anything I could get my hands on. I went to school in a place that was only 5 blocks away and made the walk to and from daily. It was a Thursday, I do believe, when I was walking home from school and saw a small girl being shoved around by a bunch of guys. I had seen the girl before and knew she lived across the street from us. I guess I must have yelled something. I don't know. But I remember them running at me and I must have gotten scared and closed my eyes because I don't actually remember hitting them. But I felt the surge go through my hands and when I opened my eyes I saw all of them lying on the ground unconscious and the little girl still huddled on the ground. I grabbed the girl and ran. I remember telling her not tell anyone what happened and she only nodded and hugged me and ran away. I tried telling my mom what happen but she didn't believe. So to prove to her that I did have those powers and I blew up the cookie jar. I remember my mom's face it still makes me laugh to this day. She looked like a fish out of water. But that changed, she started to yell at me and grounded me. Hardly let me out of the house till the day I graduated and went off to college." She said and sighed at the memories that came to her and then continued on. "After getting my masters in early childhood education and I began teaching at a small preschool in a town in the middle of no where for about 4 years. My world came crumbling down upon me. A fire broke out in the building and trapped a boy in it. I remember running in and grabbing his limp form and the running out and trying to do CPR. Nothing worked. I knew he was slipping away I didn't need to use my powers to know that. So I used my own life to bring his back. H After healing all his wounds in front of many, I collapsed and woke up in a hospital to reporters and people yelling for people like us to get the hell away from normal people like them. Two days later, I went home and began packing up my things. I moved them to the apartment you saw today. The next day I went back to get the rest to only find everything burned. So I had to live on what I managed to get out of the house. And lived for six months in that run down building. And here I am." She said with a quick shrug.
Logan was stunned. This girl, no this woman sitting next to him, had never done nothing wrong. Only tried to help others. Only to have it backfire on her. It made his heart ache for her.
"So Logan, what is your story?" Kate said and stifled a yawn.
"I guess I don't have much of one. I don't remember anything. I lost my past when this happened." He clenched his fists and three incredibly sharp claw-like daggers flew out of each hand right between the knuckles.
She ran her hands over each sharp and then down to well callous hands. She smirked and then let her hands fall back down to rest on her lap again. He had to hold himself back for some odd reason, they way she let her fingers linger over each spike made him burn in the pit of his stomach. No one had ever touched them that way.
"These changed everything. I have no memory from my life before. I'm still searching for anything that will help figure anything. Found a guy who created me, but he was killed. So here I am with the memories of my life after the metal." He let his eyes go to the window.
There was an awkward silence that Kate finally broke with a growl of her stomach. She blushed.
"Hungry?" He questioned and then gave a quick chuckle.
He gave a quick glance to the clock and then back towards her. Rising to his feet, he gently put out one of his hands in which she gladly took. Everyone should be in bed, the kitchen should be empty. Save for the few who either didn't sleep or the late night snackers. He pulled her to her feet and then made his way towards the door. They had actually talked for an hour which considerably odd at least for him anyways. They quietly tip toed out into the hall, down the stairs, through the hallway, and into the kitchen.
She opened the fridge door and searched the entire thing till she found something that would satisfy her till morning. Double chocolate cake. Probably Jean's or someone else's. She laughed because there wasn't a name on it so it was fair game. She roamed each drawer in the search for utensils. When she finally found them, she pulled out 2 and then sat down on the mini bar. Handing him a fork, she, then, began to chow down. He laughed. She had already had three bites down before he even had his first.
They manage to finish off the gigantic piece of cake and clean up their mess. Kate lazily stretched and tried to stifle a yawn but failed miserable. Thank god tomorrow was Saturday. She gave a quick smirk and then watched as Logan put away the dish.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Ye.." Yawn. "ah"
He smiled at her and then made there way out of the kitchen and back up to his room.
He opened the door and let her walk in first, he then followed right behind. He let his eyesight fall towards her firm buttocks.
"Hey Logan." She turned and made him quickly look up. "Do you have something I could sleep in? All my clothes are in the van."
"Yeah I'm sure I can find something." He said and wondered into his bedroom, leaving her to watch TV.
He wondered through each of his drawers to only find an old flannel and a pair of boxers that were too small for him now. They semi matched so she wouldn't look too stupid. He unbuckled his pants and slid them off and then pulled off his t-shirt. Now he was only wearing a muscle shirt and his boxers. Slowly he walked out of his bedroom, for the first time in his life he felt kind of self conscious. But that melted away, when he saw the smile that appeared on her face. He gave his customary smirk but added a bit to it and then tossed her the clothes. She gladly took them and walked into the bathroom. He sank down onto couch and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table and flipped through the channels.
She felt stupid. The shirt hung on her even worse than her sweater. O well. Nothing better to wear. Carefully she pulled her hair up and put it into a messy bun. Opening the door and getting over her worrying would take a bit. But she really wanted to go to bed. So she opened the door and tried to make it look like she was comfy as possible. She put her back to the door frame and gave a quick cat call. And laughed as he turned and nearly lost his eyeballs and his mouth. She smirked.
'Wow this guy's easy to please.' She thought to herself.
His Canadian side was coming out. Seeing her in the huge flannel that hung off the side of her shoulder, she still wore her socks, but chose not to wear the boxers. They must have been too big on her. But she looked so sexy and it made him throb all over. As she slid in beside him the couch, he felt himself instantly get aroused. She leaned against him as they watched TV and eventually fell asleep. Leaving him to contemplate whether to pick her up and put her in his bed on leave her here and save him from having to go to bed being aroused more than he already was. Choice B. He slowly laid her down on the couch and then went into his bedroom and grabbed one of his extra pillows and his big comforter. He walked back out and laughed as he heard her light snoring. Gently and quietly he slid the pillow underneath her head and the thick blanket over her body. Tucking her in and turning off everything took only a few minuets and then he was off to bed himself.
She woke up with a start. What the hell was that? A groan came from Logan's bedroom. She frowned and then rubbed her eyes. Slowly raising to her feet and then walked towards the door. She opened it slowly. Silence filled the whole apartment.
"Logan?" She whispered into the darkness.
Her answer was a groan. But she called out to him again. Maybe this time to receive an actually answer. Nothing.
She crept in and slowly kneeled down onto the bed. Trying to dodge each of the thrashing body limbs and staying on the bed wasn't an easy task. But she managed to crawl to the head of the bed and slowly and easily placed a hand on his chest. Without even a warning, his eyes popped open and his daggers were at her throat. She tried not to show her fear. But only whispered his name again and immediately Logan was back to normal. Instantly she saw it, guilt. That's when she decided to snuggle under the covers and bring his body close to hers. She hushed him like a mom would a child. His head lay on her abdomen, his arms wrapped around her. She gently ran her fingers through his hair soothing him.
It was morning when he woke up, still snuggled up against her. He hoped she wouldn't tell anyone about it but that thought died when she saw her there. Small tendrils of hair fell onto her forehead and the flannel still showed off that creamy shoulder. But this morning, he found himself finding her cute and gorgeous instead of arousing. Its not that she wasn't arousing, it was the fact that he felt differently about her today. He got up out of bed. Well this was a change of plans. He gingerly walked out of the room to take his morning shower.
TBC
-LunchBox- =.=
telepath 'thought'
She sat nervously in the office of Mr. Charles Xavier, the owner of Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. Gifted as in all being mutants like her. But they were different from her in many ways as well. She began to play with her sock hat as she fidgeted. Most people had thought her to be a normal person for many years. She had locked away her powers and thrown away the key. Hoping to never have to deal with them. But when she began teaching at a small preschool, things changed. A boy, that barely made it to her hip, was caught in a massive fire in the minute little building, had managed to flip her world upside down. Many onlookers saw her use her powers to save the boy and watched as she healed the cut on his forehead. Even though she had saved the boy, they still ridiculed her and drove her from town. Suddenly the clearing of a throat brought her back to reality and away from her thoughts.
"Ah yes Ms. Johnson, I do believe" The older man in a wheelchair said and came close enough to give her a firm handshake. "A pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Xavier. If you would be so kind to call me Kate." She said and smiled as best as she could.
The man in the wheelchair made his way around to the other side of the desk and pulled out a manila colored folder. He slowly began to thumb through it and then looked up.
"Kate, I have looked at your resume over and over again and can't find anything I don't like. I have been looking for someone like you. I have many teachers in this building but none who can handle and teach the younger ones. And right here on your application it says you have a masters in early childhood education."
"Yes, Mr. Xavier, you're correct." She said a bit startled by his knowledge.
"We could really use someone like you here. The kids just seem to be getting younger and younger. Many people don't want to deal with their children being different from the others. And this is the place the send them to and we gladly take them in."
"Mr. Xavier, if asking me to work here then you've already have me hooked." She said and smiled.
The man answered her with a hardy laugh and a grand smile. He gently put his hand out over the desk.
"Welcome to the school, Kate." He said and she returned his hand shake eagerly. "We'll go over all the necessities later on. First I would like you to go take a look around and wonder a bit."
"Thank you, Mr. Xavier. I'm sure everything will work out just fine." She said this time with a genuine smile.
She stood up and began to walk towards the door. He rolled along beside her and reached for the door knob and pulled the heavy door open.
"I think you'll like it here, Ms. Johnson."
She smiled and then slowly walked out of the room.
'Well I guess everything happens for reason.' She thought to herself. 'Maybe I'm needed here more.'
She began to walk down the long hall. The students were in their respective classes and the halls were empty. All that could be heard was the soft clicking noise of her heels on the tile and the muffled voices of people. She sighed and then began to journey through each hallway, taking lefts and rights whenever she thought it was necessary. Just letting herself follow her own two feet and right into the huge bare chest of a man. Startled as she was, she lost her balance and would have fallen if it weren't for the man's awaiting arms. Blushing madly, as he put her on her own two feet with ease.
"Well hello there." He said with a chuckle. His deep bass voice was clearly unaccustomed to laughing for it seemed a bit forced.
She smiled and looked up at the man.
"Yes. Hello there." She said trying to make the overwhelming blush go away.
"You must be the new teacher the professor was talking about." The man said gruffly.
"Yeah I am. He sent me to roam this monstrous place and now I haven't the slightest clue where I'm going." She smirked and shook her head. "It must be a blonde thing." She said pulling up a strand of her golden locks.
"Nah, its just this place is so huge even I find myself forgetting where some of the rooms are." He said and slowly began to put a bit of distance between them.
"Well Mr. um?"
"Logan." He said and slowly pulled the towel off his shoulder to wipe his face.
"Ok, Logan, would you happen to know where the younger children's classes are? I would like to see them."
"Ok. Take this hall and then turn left. Follow that hall till you reach the big statue and then turn right. Go down that hall until you reach the doors that lead to the courtyard."
"Ok, you don't expect to remember all that do you?" She interrupted.
His smirked made her melt and she smile in response.
"Alright I'll show you." He said and began to lead the way.
She quickly caught up with him and took in his quick stride.
"So, Logan, what do you do here?" She questioned.
"I'm pretty much just a body guard. If that's what you want to call it," he said and turned down a hallway.
"Oh, ok that explains it."
"Explains what?"
"The fact that you're walking down the halls half naked." She smirked as she saw the slightest blush appear on his cheeks.
They spent the rest of their walk in a comfortable silence. He slowed his pace as they neared the hall that was for all the younger children.
"Ok here it is." He said a bit harshly.
"Yeah, thanks Logan. I hope to see you around sometime. That is if I don't get lost in this maze." She smirked and began to walk a head to peer into one of the rooms.
He smirked as he caught himself checking her out. Shaking his head, he threw the towel over his shoulder and began to walk back. Heading straight to the kitchen for cold beer and quick snack.
Logan, please would you come to my office.
It was the professor. He growled and grabbed his beer from the fridge and then was off to the professor's office.
He pushed open the big door and walked right in.
"Yeah?" He questioned and plopped down on one of the comfy chairs.
"I know you want to go back to drinking your beer and smoking your cigars, but I have an assignment for you." The professor said as he folded his hands to rest his chin upon.
"How come I have a bad feeling about this?" He said and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I know you have already met our new teacher here at the school. She's a very nice young lady. And she'll be moving in here right away. With some help from a certain friend of mine. We'll get her moved into one of the apartments on campus."
"I'm the one you pick to do this?" He question with as much sarcasm he could manage.
"Well would you rather stay around here and baby sit?" The professor said with an arched eyebrow.
"Good point." Logan said and opened his beer.
"I would like to start getting her moved in today if that's ok?" The professor said.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'll get on it." Logan said and began to walk towards the door.
"Thanks Logan." The professor called out.
"Hn," was his only response.
She peeked into each of the rooms. Seeing the eyes of all of the children still made her smile. They were all different and yet all the same. It made her happy to be here. She smirked and then felt a hand on her back. Turning to see who it was, she was surprised to see a red headed pregnant woman standing there.
"Hello there, you must be Ms. Johnson. It's great to meet you! I'm Jean Summers." The woman put out her hand.
"It's great to meet you too. Please call me Kate." Kate said and shook he woman's hand firmly.
A man with sunglasses appeared beside her and wrapped an arm around her.
"This is my husband, Scott. Scott, this is the new teacher here, Kate Johnson."
"Nice to meet you, Kate" He put out his hand and was returned with a firm handshake.
"Pleasure, Scott." Kate said as the handshake ended "I've met so many new people today. I'm so bad with names. I hope I remember them all."
"I'm sure, you'll do just fine." Scott said with a smile.
"Kate, we'll have to have lunch sometime after you get settled in here." Jean said.
"Yeah we will." Kate's smile grew.
"Well sorry just to leave you here but we're going baby clothes shopping and you know how guys are with that." Jean said with a wink which made Kate laugh.
Scott just let out a long sigh and then smiled.
"Yeah, so I'll talk to you when you guys get back and you guys explain to me all about this place." Kate said and waved at them as they walked away.
As she turned around, she bumped into someone and was face first into man chest. She looked up to see Logan.
"We need to stop meeting like this." Kate said as she rubbed her nose.
"I'm beginning to think you like my chest." Logan said and then stuck his hands in his pockets.
She turned away from him with a smirk on her face and then leaned over to look into the rooms again.
"You like kids?" Logan questioned after a while and leaned up against the wall near the door.
"Yeah, always wanted to have a big family and loved teaching little kids at the same time. So it all worked out." She smiled as she spoke. "You?"
"I don't really know to tell you the truth. Never took the time out of the day to spend with the kids." He said.
She smiled at him and then took a step closer.
"So what did you want?" She said as she crossed her arms.
"The professor wants to start moving you in. I was sucked into it." Logan said with rolled eyes.
"You don't have to. I'm a big girl. I can move my own stuff." She frowned.
"It's ok. I'll enjoy a nice workout."
"Is that all you think about?"
He smirked and then chuckled.
"Ok, wrong question to ask." She laughed and rolled her eyes.
They began to walk out of the big building towards the garage. It was the dead of winter. The snow had just begun to fall again and began to create a fresh blanket on the old snow. Kate pulled her long petty coat as tight as possible and wrapped her scarf loosely around her neck. She turned to look at Logan. He wore a thick black leather jacket. She shivered and laughed at herself. He was perfectly fine and she was freezing her butt off.
"You cold?" Logan asked as if just now noticing that she was shivering.
"You could tell?" She said sarcastically through chattering teeth.
He frowned. For some odd reason he didn't like that fact that she was cold. So he gingerly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. He was happy when after a while the chattering slowed. He typed in the code for the garage and opened the door without pulling his arm out from around her. They walked through the huge garage until they came upon a black van. He strolled over to the passenger's side and opened the door. She slowly got in and watched as he gave a quick smirk and then closed the door. She let her eyes follow him to the other side of the vehicle and as he got in.
"So are we headed?" He asked as he started the van and began backing up.
"I live on South Broadway at the other side of town." She spoke through her cupped hands.
The drive towards her apartment went by extremely fast. When they pulled up to the old broken down apartment building, Logan just stared. He couldn't believe she was staying in this place. Relieve surged through him as the realization that she wouldn't be living there anymore.. He looked at her and watched her as she perked a brow at him.
"Logan, you ok?" Kate said as she began getting out of the van.
"Yeah fine." He managed to say as he shook his head.
They slowly made their way across the street and to the front double doors. She began to fumble around with her keys, trying to find the right one that opened the doors when an old beat up black Chevy made its way by the building. It was going extremely slow, which caught Logan's attention. His eyes slitted and he manage to keep the low growl, that was making its way up, down. Kate was still fumbling with the keys and he wanted her to hurry up. A yell made her turn around, but it was too late. Gunshots had already been fired directly at her. And she was frozen. Nothing would move. She watched in horror as the rain of metal came closer. Logan used his quick reflexes to shove Kate up against the wall and throw his body on top on of hers. He gritted his teeth as he felt the fired bullets go into his back. His squinted eyes were all that Kate could see. She moved her hands up to touch his face. His eyes made their way open and then began to soften from their feral look before they rolled back into his head. She began to freak out when she saw him slowly begin to fall towards the ground. Her immediate response was to try and catch him. Wrong choice. A 5'8, 130 lbs woman trying to hold up a 6'3, 300 lbs man made of indestructible metal was definitely not the smart thing to do. As he fell backwards, her arms were caught behind him where she tried to hold him up. They hit the ground with a thud. Her arms stuck under him. She whimpered and whispered his name. But there was no response. She rested her head on his broad chest and continued to whisper his name. Tears slowly began to trickle down her cheeks and made little puddles on his jacket. Her head shot up when she heard soft groan.
"Logan?" She managed to choke out.
His eyes slowly opened and looked at her. A cocky smirk came to his face.
"Ha I knew it. You do like my chest." He said still with the same smirk on his face.
She managed to laugh even though there were still tears in her eyes. She watched as his face changed from the cocky, full of himself to one of concern.
"You ok?" He questioned.
"Yeah I'm fine other than the fact you're laying on my arms." She said and put on his trademark smirk.
The slightest blush crept up onto his face as he sat up. He watched her as she pulled her arms slowly out from under him and awkwardly maneuvered herself off of him and stood up. She put a hand down to help him up in which he gladly took.
"How?" She questioned and looked for bullet holes.
"Increased healing and a body made of indestructible metal always helps."
"Yeah and you make me worry about you. I thought you had died." She shakily said as she tried to make herself not think about what just happen.
"Just fine. Promise." He said and then leaned down to pick up her discarded keys.
He handed them to her and smirked. She gave him the best smile she could and then turned to unlock the doors.
The building was trashy and dirty and in the wrong part of town. The inside was crumbling and needed a paintjob badly. For some odd reason he couldn't picture her living here. As they walked up the stairs, he noticed more and more how bad the place was. Graffiti lined the walls of the hallways and concrete that had fallen from the ceiling littered the floors. After three flights of stairs, they made their way down a hall, looking worse than most of the others, and to a door. With a quick jiggle of the door handle, the door opened easily without a key. The apartment was barely 1 room. Boxes were stacked high and around in every available space.
"Home sweet home." She muttered and then gave a quick chuckle.
"Wow...." Was the only thing he could think of.
"Yeah, I know. Kinda trashy." She said and began gathering some of the bigger boxes.
"Alright, let's get this done and over with. I'd rather not stay here too long. Those guys might come back and I rather not get too many more holes in my favorite jacket."
She stopped what she was doing and looked at the ground. She really didn't mean for any of this to happen. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to get shot. She was never meant to have powers. She was never meant to be exiled from her town. None of this was suppose to happen. Everything was supposed to be normal.
He looked at her and really felt bad for bringing it back up. He thought that she was all over it now. But now she stood there, facing away from him and head bowed. Her quick in take of breath told him that she was crying. This was one thing he wasn't good at. Giving sympathy. But right now that's what he knew she needed most. So he did the only thing he could think of. He swiftly walked up towards her, spun her around, and brought her crashing into his chest. At first she tried pushing away, but when she realized he wasn't going to let go, she wrapped her arms around him and let herself cry for the first time in a very long time.
"Logan?" came her muffled voice.
"Yeah?" He said while looking down at her honey colored hair.
"Thank you." She said while trying to calm herself.
"No problem." Was his short reply.
He slowly let her go and again looked her over from head to toe. Checking for any injuries just to be sure. She smiled and wiped her eyes.
"We'll talk about this later, ok?" His deep voice soothed her.
"Yeah." She muttered.
"No, really, we're going to talk about this. You don't need to be like me and keep it all bottled up." He commanded and grabbed her shoulders to make his point.
She nodded and then began to once again gathering up boxes. He, too, grabbed his share. They both made their way back to van and then back up again.
It was about dark when they loaded the last of the boxes in. She smiled as she looked at him bending over to try and fit the last box in. It was then that she notice, how well they clicked together. How odd. She was normally the type to take a long time to get to know. But they hit it off. She smirked.
"Ready?" Logan said as he closed the door.
"Go on. I'll just stay here tonight. We won't be able to get this stuff unpacked and I can sleep on the couch here." She said as she tightened her coat again.
"I think not. If your sleeping anywhere it going to be at the mansion. You know it's not safe here. I won't let you put yourself into anymore danger than you have already put yourself in. It's just plain stupid." Logan said and opened the passenger's side door.
"Where am I going to stay? In one of the dorms?" She questioned and once again tightened her jacket and scarf.
"Just get in the van so we can get out of this damn cold." He gestured for her to get in.
"Logan..." She complained.
He frowned and then grabbed a hold of her and put her in the van and buckled her seat belt.
"Ha you're stuck." He said and closed the door.
He smirked as he got in on the other side.
"Well that was unexpected." She said and turned on the heat.
"Yeah you should always expect the unexpected with me." He stated and put the van into gear.
She just rolled her eyes and then laughed. It was nice to see her smile.
"Ok, Mr. Unexpected, where am I going to sleep tonight?" She questioned.
There was a silence which was spent with Logan thinking and Kate looking out the window at the falling snow.
"Well?" Kate questioned.
He mumbled something.
"What was that?" She asked.
"You can have my bed tonight I'll sleep on the couch." He said in a quiet tone.
"You don't have to." She said with an arched brow.
"Yeah but I want to." He said and gave a little smirk.
The ride back was just as fast as the ride there. They pulled into the long driveway and into the monstrous garage. She unbuckled her seat belt and then got out and was about to open the sliding door to the van when Logan grabbed a hold of her hand.
"We'll worry about it later. It's dark and I'm beat." He said and realized he still had a hold of her hand.
"Yeah, ok." She said and headed towards the side door of the enormous building.
They walked into the huge school and saw many students and teachers walking around doing their own things. She genuinely smiled and sighed in contentment. While pulling off her sock hat, she turned and was getting ready to ask Logan where his room was when she noticed that his knuckles turn white and tense a bit. Turning to see what made him uneasy, she saw Jean walking by with Scott by her side.
"Come on." He said gruffly and shoved his hands into his pockets of his jacket.
She followed him silently with a look of confusion on her face. Some things she probably wouldn't ever get and that would probably be one of them. Letting her hand slide up the railing as they made their way up the stairs and then down a hall. He opened the door to his room, turned on the light, and walked right in. The apartment was small. It had a bedroom, a living room area, a bathroom with a shower, and a small kitchenette. It was barely furnished but fit the person who lived in it. She took off her coat and scarf and laid them over the couch along with her hat. A thought came to her. What was she going to sleep in? Not in her jeans and sweater. She turned to Logan, who was just staring off into space, and shook her head.
"Logan?" She questioned and gently shook his shoulder.
He shook his head and then looked at her. His tense stature softened and then that customary smirk was back on his face.
"Yeah?" He said quietly.
"What's wrong?" She gave his shoulder a quick squeeze and then let it slide down his back.
He just shook his head and then looked away towards the wall.
"Logan?" She frowned. "You told me not to keep things bottled up and here you are doing the very same. You're being a hypocrite."
"Jean and I used to have this thing I guess. If you even want to call it that. It was more on my part. I thought I loved her. But she chose Scott. They got married and look at them. They're going to have a kid. Then look at me, I'm just....." He let his sentence wonder.
"Logan..." she sighed out his name.
"I can't believe I still haven't gotten over it. It was more than 5 years ago. But I mean I haven't had anything to replace that little hole that she left. I mean what if that was me? What I was going to be a father instead of Scott. Yet you can't picture Jean without Scott and Scott without Jean. This is just bullshit." He said and threw his coat on the couch and made his way to the kitchen.
He, then, grabbed to beers from the fridge and walked back in. He tossed one at her in which she gladly took. He popped open the cap and began to chug the beer while standing there. For once, she let her eyes wonder. He wore a plain white t-shirt with a pair of wranglers and a big belt buckle just to add to it. Through his shirt, you could see firm chiseled chest muscles that lead down to rock hard abs. Her eyes wandered down to the bulge that rested in between his legs. She smirked and then opened her own beer. As she did her eyes went on their own adventure again. This time to his face. His hair wasn't the way it was when they first met. It was now gelled back with a few hairs that were stubborn and managed to curl onto his forehead. Long thick sideburns came to a point on either side of his chin with a five o' clock shadow for a mustache that connected the two. His nose was masculine and but wasn't too big. His dark brown eyes were hard looking and yet soft at the same time. Above each eye was a thick manly eyebrow. He was quiet a handsome man. She took a sip of the beer and then plopped down on the couch. He took a seat next to her and clicked on the TV.
He really wasn't watching the screen. He was just letting his eyes wander over the beauty sitting next to him. Long muscular legs were covered by a tight pair of jeans that he knew made her firm butt look sexy. She wore a dark blue turtleneck sweater that was way too big on her but made her look cute. And under that sweater, he could only imagine: Her small yet perky breasts, smooth stomach, thin waist and velvety skin. Letting his eyes roam up to her heart shaped face. Everything about her was feminine: her round chin, her petite ears, her small nose, and her thin yet full lips. Her eyes were a light crystal blue that were shielded by long lashes and thin brows. Thick honey colored hair came to a little below her shoulders and made her eyes look even bluer. She was gorgeous and made a man ache between the legs.
"Kate, what happened?" He said out of no where and tried make his mind think of other things that his body wanted.
She took a deep breath in and then slowly let it out.
"Well I guess I should start when I found out about my powers." Again she took a deep breath and let it out. "I was about ten and girl who got into everything. I was a tomboy to the heart. I brought home frogs, toads, caterpillars, lightning bugs, anything I could get my hands on. I went to school in a place that was only 5 blocks away and made the walk to and from daily. It was a Thursday, I do believe, when I was walking home from school and saw a small girl being shoved around by a bunch of guys. I had seen the girl before and knew she lived across the street from us. I guess I must have yelled something. I don't know. But I remember them running at me and I must have gotten scared and closed my eyes because I don't actually remember hitting them. But I felt the surge go through my hands and when I opened my eyes I saw all of them lying on the ground unconscious and the little girl still huddled on the ground. I grabbed the girl and ran. I remember telling her not tell anyone what happened and she only nodded and hugged me and ran away. I tried telling my mom what happen but she didn't believe. So to prove to her that I did have those powers and I blew up the cookie jar. I remember my mom's face it still makes me laugh to this day. She looked like a fish out of water. But that changed, she started to yell at me and grounded me. Hardly let me out of the house till the day I graduated and went off to college." She said and sighed at the memories that came to her and then continued on. "After getting my masters in early childhood education and I began teaching at a small preschool in a town in the middle of no where for about 4 years. My world came crumbling down upon me. A fire broke out in the building and trapped a boy in it. I remember running in and grabbing his limp form and the running out and trying to do CPR. Nothing worked. I knew he was slipping away I didn't need to use my powers to know that. So I used my own life to bring his back. H After healing all his wounds in front of many, I collapsed and woke up in a hospital to reporters and people yelling for people like us to get the hell away from normal people like them. Two days later, I went home and began packing up my things. I moved them to the apartment you saw today. The next day I went back to get the rest to only find everything burned. So I had to live on what I managed to get out of the house. And lived for six months in that run down building. And here I am." She said with a quick shrug.
Logan was stunned. This girl, no this woman sitting next to him, had never done nothing wrong. Only tried to help others. Only to have it backfire on her. It made his heart ache for her.
"So Logan, what is your story?" Kate said and stifled a yawn.
"I guess I don't have much of one. I don't remember anything. I lost my past when this happened." He clenched his fists and three incredibly sharp claw-like daggers flew out of each hand right between the knuckles.
She ran her hands over each sharp and then down to well callous hands. She smirked and then let her hands fall back down to rest on her lap again. He had to hold himself back for some odd reason, they way she let her fingers linger over each spike made him burn in the pit of his stomach. No one had ever touched them that way.
"These changed everything. I have no memory from my life before. I'm still searching for anything that will help figure anything. Found a guy who created me, but he was killed. So here I am with the memories of my life after the metal." He let his eyes go to the window.
There was an awkward silence that Kate finally broke with a growl of her stomach. She blushed.
"Hungry?" He questioned and then gave a quick chuckle.
He gave a quick glance to the clock and then back towards her. Rising to his feet, he gently put out one of his hands in which she gladly took. Everyone should be in bed, the kitchen should be empty. Save for the few who either didn't sleep or the late night snackers. He pulled her to her feet and then made his way towards the door. They had actually talked for an hour which considerably odd at least for him anyways. They quietly tip toed out into the hall, down the stairs, through the hallway, and into the kitchen.
She opened the fridge door and searched the entire thing till she found something that would satisfy her till morning. Double chocolate cake. Probably Jean's or someone else's. She laughed because there wasn't a name on it so it was fair game. She roamed each drawer in the search for utensils. When she finally found them, she pulled out 2 and then sat down on the mini bar. Handing him a fork, she, then, began to chow down. He laughed. She had already had three bites down before he even had his first.
They manage to finish off the gigantic piece of cake and clean up their mess. Kate lazily stretched and tried to stifle a yawn but failed miserable. Thank god tomorrow was Saturday. She gave a quick smirk and then watched as Logan put away the dish.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Ye.." Yawn. "ah"
He smiled at her and then made there way out of the kitchen and back up to his room.
He opened the door and let her walk in first, he then followed right behind. He let his eyesight fall towards her firm buttocks.
"Hey Logan." She turned and made him quickly look up. "Do you have something I could sleep in? All my clothes are in the van."
"Yeah I'm sure I can find something." He said and wondered into his bedroom, leaving her to watch TV.
He wondered through each of his drawers to only find an old flannel and a pair of boxers that were too small for him now. They semi matched so she wouldn't look too stupid. He unbuckled his pants and slid them off and then pulled off his t-shirt. Now he was only wearing a muscle shirt and his boxers. Slowly he walked out of his bedroom, for the first time in his life he felt kind of self conscious. But that melted away, when he saw the smile that appeared on her face. He gave his customary smirk but added a bit to it and then tossed her the clothes. She gladly took them and walked into the bathroom. He sank down onto couch and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table and flipped through the channels.
She felt stupid. The shirt hung on her even worse than her sweater. O well. Nothing better to wear. Carefully she pulled her hair up and put it into a messy bun. Opening the door and getting over her worrying would take a bit. But she really wanted to go to bed. So she opened the door and tried to make it look like she was comfy as possible. She put her back to the door frame and gave a quick cat call. And laughed as he turned and nearly lost his eyeballs and his mouth. She smirked.
'Wow this guy's easy to please.' She thought to herself.
His Canadian side was coming out. Seeing her in the huge flannel that hung off the side of her shoulder, she still wore her socks, but chose not to wear the boxers. They must have been too big on her. But she looked so sexy and it made him throb all over. As she slid in beside him the couch, he felt himself instantly get aroused. She leaned against him as they watched TV and eventually fell asleep. Leaving him to contemplate whether to pick her up and put her in his bed on leave her here and save him from having to go to bed being aroused more than he already was. Choice B. He slowly laid her down on the couch and then went into his bedroom and grabbed one of his extra pillows and his big comforter. He walked back out and laughed as he heard her light snoring. Gently and quietly he slid the pillow underneath her head and the thick blanket over her body. Tucking her in and turning off everything took only a few minuets and then he was off to bed himself.
She woke up with a start. What the hell was that? A groan came from Logan's bedroom. She frowned and then rubbed her eyes. Slowly raising to her feet and then walked towards the door. She opened it slowly. Silence filled the whole apartment.
"Logan?" She whispered into the darkness.
Her answer was a groan. But she called out to him again. Maybe this time to receive an actually answer. Nothing.
She crept in and slowly kneeled down onto the bed. Trying to dodge each of the thrashing body limbs and staying on the bed wasn't an easy task. But she managed to crawl to the head of the bed and slowly and easily placed a hand on his chest. Without even a warning, his eyes popped open and his daggers were at her throat. She tried not to show her fear. But only whispered his name again and immediately Logan was back to normal. Instantly she saw it, guilt. That's when she decided to snuggle under the covers and bring his body close to hers. She hushed him like a mom would a child. His head lay on her abdomen, his arms wrapped around her. She gently ran her fingers through his hair soothing him.
It was morning when he woke up, still snuggled up against her. He hoped she wouldn't tell anyone about it but that thought died when she saw her there. Small tendrils of hair fell onto her forehead and the flannel still showed off that creamy shoulder. But this morning, he found himself finding her cute and gorgeous instead of arousing. Its not that she wasn't arousing, it was the fact that he felt differently about her today. He got up out of bed. Well this was a change of plans. He gingerly walked out of the room to take his morning shower.
TBC
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