Fan Fic. for X-Men
"What are you doing?" Kirk asked. He had just popped in and was peering over my shoulder.
"Just drawing. Why?" He shrugged and stayed with both hands on my shoulder, looking like a small curious furry animal. I shook my head and chuckled.
"Hey, Elf Boy. Out." It was Logan; his gruff voice made Kirk jump. Kirk stuck out his tongue, then puffed out. "So, what's Miss Coyote drawing?" He sauntered over, thumbs tucked into his waistband causing you to notice the way the fabric was stretched across, his man hood.
"My new costume." I held up the sketch for the new X men uniform. His deep brown eyes scanned over it. "So, what do ya think?"
"Well, think you should show it to Professor X." He obviously didn't care about my sketch.
"What's the matter?" I laid down my sketchbook and grabbed him by the arm; he sat next to me on the arm of the soft leather chair.
"It's just that I really don't want you to go out there anymore. You were beaten to a damned pulp last time! His voice rose and nearly broke, as he seemed to throw himself into hysterics. I gently Mind-probed him with soft whispers of comfort. He relaxed inwardly but if anyone saw him he would be just as up tight.
"Yeah but I didn't die. Logan, sweetie. Listen to me. Its as much as my duty as its yours. I can't just turn this down. Listen, you lay yourself on the line everyday, and I know that there is nothing I can do to stop you. So, I'm asking you this, please, I don't want you to be the only one out there. I want to be able to know that I didn't just stay home and knit when I had the powers to be out there. So if you were to die I would have a better understanding, and maybe a few times I would be able to prevent that." I took his hand in mine, pleading with him to understand this.
He hung his head slightly and squeezed my hand all the tighter. "Alright. I understand." He then got up slowly still holding my hand, then slowly left the room.
I watched him leave his rounded booty extremely tempting as he walked out.
"What are you doing?" Kirk asked. He had just popped in and was peering over my shoulder.
"Just drawing. Why?" He shrugged and stayed with both hands on my shoulder, looking like a small curious furry animal. I shook my head and chuckled.
"Hey, Elf Boy. Out." It was Logan; his gruff voice made Kirk jump. Kirk stuck out his tongue, then puffed out. "So, what's Miss Coyote drawing?" He sauntered over, thumbs tucked into his waistband causing you to notice the way the fabric was stretched across, his man hood.
"My new costume." I held up the sketch for the new X men uniform. His deep brown eyes scanned over it. "So, what do ya think?"
"Well, think you should show it to Professor X." He obviously didn't care about my sketch.
"What's the matter?" I laid down my sketchbook and grabbed him by the arm; he sat next to me on the arm of the soft leather chair.
"It's just that I really don't want you to go out there anymore. You were beaten to a damned pulp last time! His voice rose and nearly broke, as he seemed to throw himself into hysterics. I gently Mind-probed him with soft whispers of comfort. He relaxed inwardly but if anyone saw him he would be just as up tight.
"Yeah but I didn't die. Logan, sweetie. Listen to me. Its as much as my duty as its yours. I can't just turn this down. Listen, you lay yourself on the line everyday, and I know that there is nothing I can do to stop you. So, I'm asking you this, please, I don't want you to be the only one out there. I want to be able to know that I didn't just stay home and knit when I had the powers to be out there. So if you were to die I would have a better understanding, and maybe a few times I would be able to prevent that." I took his hand in mine, pleading with him to understand this.
He hung his head slightly and squeezed my hand all the tighter. "Alright. I understand." He then got up slowly still holding my hand, then slowly left the room.
I watched him leave his rounded booty extremely tempting as he walked out.