((An angsty sequel to Someone You've Met To Meet. I was in the brainplace to write something wild and unruly, while going through some really structured stuff in my original fiction, and so these two get the love ;) I hope it's fun! As always, while I love the look of X-Men movieverse, for me, their canon ended after X2. Because of lore-ragey reasons.))
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Sometimes he remembers, just how young she is. When she's belting out songs he's never heard in the shower, or tugging on panties with Adventure Time characters on 'em, he remembers that she's only a few years older than Jubilee. Granted, these are the trivial details. She's also smart as a whip, attentive, kind, and way too insightful for her twenty-two years. Picturing her with one of the punks her own age who stare too long at her tits at the record store just seems off. Logan knows he's biased, though.
God can she be such a petulant kid sometimes, though.
When the suit comes off and she tosses her badge away, it's cute, the way she puts on that pout and wraps herself around him on her ratty old couch in Queens, telling him about her long, busy day. She's a fuckin' Valkyrie at work, he's seen it. Even if she's the most junior of the three liaisons to the Avengers, herding cats in their labs, she's authoritative and doesn't take anyone's shit, not even Tony Stark's. So Logan kind of loves it, that he's one of the people who gets to see her dissolve back into his gypsy kid who just wants to get naked and eat greasy takeout with him, when he's visiting her in the City.
There are other times, though. Logan knows real well, how much of a picnic he -isn't-, so he doesn't let it rile him as much as another guy might when she goes into one of her moods. When everything gets her ornery, complaining about the most trivial shit, starting an argument just because she can, because she likes the making up. Thing is, he loves her like this, too. When she starts itching for the road and the tossing away of responsibility, that bit of her vagrant mother in her. When all she wants for dinner is beer and wings, when she laughs too loud at the bar, and when she drags him in for a slow, dirty kiss out in public because she likes the way it makes the people stare.
It's immature and volatile and damnit, Logan loves it. Most of the time, anyway. He's always kind of glad, though, when she goes back to the happy kid who tugged him out of his shell, who makes him a better man all the time...but then, Logan figures he could never be with someone who didn't bring out both the best and the worst of him. Maybe that wasn't the most healthy thing, but...aw, hell. Logan's only human. Mostly.
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Darcy loves when it's her bi-monthly four-day weekend, because that means she hops on the back of her new-to-her, second-hand motorcycle and speeds up to Westchester. Riding across Canada that spring on the back of Logan's bike had given her a fever, and all of her summer bonus that hadn't gone toward school loans had bought this sexy old gal. She still preferred having her arms around her guy, but they lived apart and a girl needed her own kickass ride. The drive up from the City is more fun this way too, her hair fanning out behind her on the wind, from under the WW2-style bike helmet her buddy Steve Rogers had found for her.
So she arrives as she always does at Xavier's Institute, tousled and flushed, grinning as she tugs off her leather jacket and makes her way through the front room. Logan's got combat training down below with his students for another hour, but Darcy's pretty sure she can entertain herself, "Where my mutant bitches at?" She calls out, and gets a snort in reply from across the room.
"You're early, sugar," Rogue smiles wide, wrapping her up in a hug. Darcy hugs her friend back tightly, grinning.
"Yeah, I though I'd try and get some Marie-time in, before I get carried off by my caveman boyfriend for hot sexin's," She says, making Rogue wrinkle her nose.
"Thanks for that, really. Come'on, there's pizza."
Much as she's anxious to see her fella (between missions on both the Avengers and X-Men fronts, it's been three weeks at this point), Darcy loves seeing Marie, too. Her only real girlfriend in the City is Jane, and as busy as Darcy is, Jane Foster is busier. Or perhaps more insane and obsessive is a more accurate description, but at SHIELD, those are all pretty synonymous. So it's more than nice, reconnecting with her old pal from highschool when she's in Westchester. She knows how hard it can be, for superheros to leave the home base...not that Logan's any example. He stays around when the world is at risk, at least.
"So how's work?" Rogue drawls with a grin, as they sit cross-legged across from each other on the vast kitchen's floor, beers in hand and two open pizza boxes between them. "I saw the last Hyrda attack on tv, didn't look like a summer picnic."
"I was armed and guarding the research, but nope," Darcy chuckles, "Work's all right. It's good, you know? Feeling like you're doing something? It's just..." She sighs, "...My 'doing something' isn't like leaping into the action. I mean, I passed combat training, I can fight off someone...I can, like I said, guard the labs," She smirks, "And I don't envy you or Thor or Logan, being face to face with it daily. I just...uuuuuugh Marie, sitting at a desk is SOUL CRUSHING."
"I get ya," Rogue snorts, laughing, "Least, I can imagine it. Never pictured you shufflin' paperwork Darce, figured you'd be a lawyer yellin' in court...or a vagrant convict, yellin' in court," A wink, "Still, you can always up your trainin', I got faith in ya! And y'do know that your life IS still way more exciting than other folks', mmm?"
"Oh yeah, always!" Darcy maintains, taking a swig of her beer, "I mean, I boss around the Hulk and Iron Man all day, I aint knockin' it. S'just..." She trails off, and then just grins, "...Well, let's just say it's a good thing I've got Logan."
"Gotchya," Rogue smirks, and then...sighs, taking a long drink from her own bottle, "...Remy and I broke up."
"No!" Darcy gapes, and then scoots over to give her girl a hug, "When?! Why?!"
"Oh, it's always somthin' or the other," Rogue grumbles, "...This time though it might be for a while. Man runs too hot, Darcy, caught 'im butterin' up one of the new students last week," She frowns, "...Maybe I am the jealous type but come'on, callin' a fifteen year old 'cher'?"
"...Oh you kids," Darcy rolls her eyes, but keeps dolling out the hugs, "You'll take him back next week. Cause he'll give you those eyes, cause he can't not check out that bod and not remember how sweet you are, and your panties will melt." Darcy was well-versed in what often occurred when two superheroes dated each other. Personality types came together that normally wouldn't, but for something special that put them on the same team. Neutron bombs would tell 'em to tone it down.
"...Yeah you're probably right," Rogue smirks, tossing her hair, leaning her head on Darcy's, "Still. Man's an idiot."
"Yep. Men, idiots, curse them all with gangrenous balls!"
"Here here!"
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"Really?" Logan's voice has her straightening up again in an instant, "Little time t'wait, and you go lesbian on me?" He cracks a grin, leaning in the kitchen doorframe, his hair damp from his post-training shower. Darcy bites her lip, grinning, and Rogue waves her off.
"Aw go on, one of us should be gettin' laid," She rises, kissing Darcy's cheek and giving Logan a wink, as she sways out of the room with her beer, "Show my girl a good time, sugar," Rogue pats a bicep, heading down the hall to her room. Logan chuckles, shaking his head. And then Darcy's leaping at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and yanking him down for a kiss. Logan's hands grip her hips hard, tugging her in close and growling against her mouth, and as always, Darcy feels it somewhere deep and feral in her belly.
"Three weeks is way too long," He murmurs, lifting her up without any effort and tossing her over his shoulder as she busts out laughing. Darcy knows it's a primal, not-very-enlightened response, but damnit, she loves it when he goes cave man on her, because almost nothing turns her on more. The fact that she knows how good what follows will be, makes his possessive nature all the hotter for her. She's got a good cave man.
"Agreed," She grins, as he carries her to his rooms, giving his ass a smack, "Long day of molding brilliant mutant minds into killing machines, baby?"
"You know it," Wolverine nods, sliding a hand up her leg before he deposits her onto the bed. She doesn't waste time, reaching out for his white t-shirt and pushing it up over his head. Darcy can't help letting out a groan, leaning in and tugging him toward her, pressing her mouth to his abs, his chest. He pushes off her button-up shirt as she works her way up, rising to her knees to kiss his neck, nails scraping through the hair on his chest. "Missed you," It rumbles through him, and Darcy grins wide, biting him gently.
"Missed you too," She giggles, flopping back on the bed so that he can tug off her jeans, tossing them away and looming over her, propped up on his elbows. Darcy bites her lip, as she arches her back to unhook and discard her bra, not breaking eye-contact as she does. She loves the way his eyes darken, the more of her he sees. Logan can be like a man starved, when it's been a while. Not that Darcy doesn't share the sentiment, it's just that on Logan, the feeling is tangible, physical, all over his face, his frame. He doesn't hide anything, then.
The way he handles her, kisses her, groans when he buries his face in her tits, there's no act there, no pretension, and it's not how he'd be with just anyone, she's gathered. At least, not unless he felt the way he does, with her. Sometimes it still creeps up and terrifies Darcy, in that old, run-before-the-feelings-happen way. Now, though, on the rare occasion that it does scare her, it's like the fun, leap in the guts terror of watching a scary movie, or riding a roller coaster, nothing more, nothing less, and only has her clutching him tighter, shoving off his jeans with her feet.
He pauses over the new stitches across her collarbone, giving her a sharp look, but Darcy just shakes her head, hooking her thumbs in her panties and tossing them away, "Just a scratch," She murmurs, tugging him toward her, "Hydra bastard got a little too friendly with our tech, I kinda...shot him a few times," She hears him let out a long breath, even as he kisses her again, hands splayed on her hips.
"Course you did," Logan smirks, pressing into her, and Darcy whimpers, her thoughts going to mush, with his hands in her hair and on her tits, and that cock inside of her. "Now, for how much I don't like you gettin' hurt..." And oh, does he ever show her, and the kind of possessiveness has her wrapping her arms tight around his neck, clutching him close as they rock into each other, dissolving into gasps and groans.
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He sees it in the way she's moving tonight, wearing one of his shirts now and bracing her hands on the window frame, looking out over the grounds and places beyond, places north. It's been too long again, in the same city doing the same thing, and Darcy will be wanting to go runnin', for a while. She's not like him, not completely. She'd never leave her job, her friends, the people who count on her without a word and for months at a time. That's Logan's MO. But she needs something, maybe he can get her to just train more, downstairs, become even more of a BAMF, have more to do, much as he hates the idea of her in the action. It'd only help so much, though.
Sometimes he kinda worries. He worries that he's sparking that vagrant side of her more and more, like how she's woken up that possessive, almost-obsessive side of him. He's found his head muddied by her more and more, and Darcy's been itching for the road more often. Jane Foster even scolded him once, when he was in the City, for getting her best friend all ornery and wanderlusting, just as she'd started to settle in to her new home and her new job. Thing is, worrying or not, Logan's still not sure if he feels sorry about it.
"We should head out again, sometime soon," Darcy grins, presently, looking back at him, where he's sprawled on his bed. "S'almost fall, and almost a year since we met, we should give our old pal, The Majestic North, another visit." Logan chuckles.
"Think they'd let you run off with me yet again?" He cocks a brow as she sways back to him and god damnit, those hips of hers should be a crime.
"Eh, I can butter up Coulson well enough," She shrugs, straddling his legs. Logan can't help himself, his hands go to her curves like a moth to flame, pushing his shirt up off her thighs. She swallows, wriggling a little, already ready to go again. "I get cranky in the office too long. He doesn't like me when I'm cranky."
"Y'do get almost She-Hulk cranky," He smirks, leaning up to kiss her. "...We'll run off soon, gypsy-girl. Still gotta lot to do, though."
"Mmmm, if only there were more bad guys attacking, keeping my job interesting..." She sighs, jokingly, but Logan still grips her legs hard, swallowing.
"Don't ever wish that, baby," He growls, kissing her again. Her body tenses, but only for a moment, and then she's melting against him again. Of course she bristles, it's how she is. Darcy still seems to think that it's never her, who's the breakable one, even as she's surrounded by mutants and super soldiers and men in iron suits. There's a confidence that comes with that, which he loves about her. There's also a fool-hardy streak that drives him crazy.
She's young and she's nuts.
And bless her, Logan loves it. It might one day give him the heart-attack that finally kills him. But he loves it.
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