Title: Logan's Favorite Exercise
Rating: T (for language and sexual themes)
Summary: Logan discovers the beauty of yoga...well...the beauty of Marie practicing yoga. Part 2 of my "Logan's Favorite..." oneshot series.
Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own, but I'd like to...all night long.
Marie's screams could be heard from almost any corner of the mansion.
"Oh god! Oh god! It's too hard! Slow down, Logan!"
"I'll be sure to make it harder kid...now get that ass in gear and move it!"
"Ah fuck!"
"Damn! Now that's what I'm talkin' about, Marie...phew! You're gettin' better and better at this...I told you the more we do it, the easier it would get."
"I'm gonna be so sore later."
"But it feels damn good while you're doin' it. Admit it...you like it hard and fast."
She laughed breathlessly, "Yeah yeah..."
Jubilee took that moment to knock on the gym door, then cautiously peek her head in. Marie was bending over with her hands on her knees, panting and sweating profusely as a shirtless, and equally sweaty Logan stood nearby with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Is it safe to come in?" said Jubilee.
Logan handed Marie a bottle of water and turned to Jubilee, "Sorry, firecracker. I'm not training anyone else until I whip Marie into shape."
Marie caught her breath enough to speak, but she was still bent over, "He's tryin' to kill me with these damn, psychotic sprints on the treadmill! Who sprints for twenty minutes?"
Logan took a gulp from his own water bottle, "You will, if someone's after you."
Jubilee pouted, "Awe come on Wolvie! I'd be a great student."
Logan looked at Jubilee, "Why can't you ask Scott?"
Jubilee shrugged, "I dunno...somehow, it seems like I'd do more vocabulary and paperwork in his class than I would actual training."
Marie finally straightened, ignoring Jubilee, "Why can't I just learn how to fight? The insane cardio routine is too much!"
"Cardio builds stamina and strength, kid. Now enough down time, it's time to move onto the weight machines."
Marie sucked her teeth and playfully stomped her food as Logan pulled her over to one of the vertical leg press machines. She crossed her arms and pouted. He crossed his arms across his naked chest, causing his perfectly chiseled muscles to tense slightly. Marie immediately took notice, "I don't feel like weights today..."
"Marie...you better do these damn weights or-"
She took a step forward and cut him off, "Or what? You're gonna spank me?"
The sexual tension was so palpable, Jubilee began backing out of the room before she could even process why, "Um...I'm gonna go..."
He barely had three months before her 18th birthday and his desire to rip off her panties from beneath those tiny little skirts she wore was getting uncontrollable...especially after that damn Halloween party and the stupid goddess costume HE picked out.
He'd stuck by the door all night, watching her socialize with friends, eat and get flirted with by every guy in the damn place. Although he did have to hold back from punching that Bobby Drake in the face for dancing a little too close, all seemed to be well, because by the end of the night, he was the once she had shared some left over cake with in the kitchen when everyone else had gone to bed.
Take that, Ice Twat.
Now, it was barely 6 in the morning on a Saturday and he was roaming the halls, unable to get back to sleep after waking up to take a piss. He had decided to go to the kitchen for a beer and smoke a cigar...what better sleeping pill could there be?
As he walked past the hall that led to the various common rooms, his enhanced senses were drawn to the open doors that led to one of the expansive balconies, where he heard movement.
Luckily, his curiosity got the better of him.
By the time he made it to the doorway, he had picked up on Marie's scent. He peeked in and spotted Marie on a blue mat with her ass in the air wearing nothing more than shorts and a tank top.
There WAS a God and he loved Logan.
He was rooted where he stood as his mouth dropped open, his eyes widened and his breathing quickened. He watched her hold the pose and breathe in and out deeply with her eyes closed.
Logan would later find out that the pose he had walked in on was appropriately named "Downward Facing Dog". He could think of some other uses for that position...
He watched her slowly and fluidly transition into her next position, which was not as sexually suggestive, but her lack of clothing and his natural obsession with her body made it just as beautiful.
Logan didn't know how long he was standing there before he got caught, but he knew he had seen at least four positions...including his favorite.
He watched as she transitioned into the Extended Side Angle pose, then slowly moved into the Garland position, which she used to transition into the Pyramid pose. By the time she got to the Pyramid pose, he was fighting the urge to reach into his pants and "handle his business" right then and there...but Marie's eyes were drawn to where he was standing.
It was probably all the heavy breathing.
"Jesus! Logan...you scared the hell outta me!"
He cleared his throat and stepped out onto the balcony, shoving his hands in his pockets in hopes that he would distort the view of his crotch just enough so that she wouldn't notice the prominent bulge that ran down the side of his upper thigh.
"Sorry...didn't mean to startle ya. What are you doin' up down here so early?"
She brushed some stray hairs of her messy ponytail out of her face, "Yoga."
"What the hell is that?"
Marie laughed softly, "Come on...you've heard of yoga before."
"Kinda, but I don't know what it is."
She picked up her nearby water bottle and took a sip, "Well, it's an exercise that helps center the mind while strengthening and toning the body."
He didn't like the idea that she was exercising without him. The time he spent training her was precious to him. He valued the one-on-one time...he especially valued the fact that she wore so little to workout.
He grunted, "Sounds unnecessary. I'm givin' you all the training you need."
Marie shrugged, "It helps improve flexibility too. I used to not be able to do a split, but now, I can do a split, I can put my foot right over my head...hell, I can bend myself into damn near any shape I want!"
Logan's eyebrows raised before he quickly corrected his expression and cleared his throat, "Uh...well, yeah. That sounds good...maybe it is a good idea for you to keep doin' the yogi..."
"Yoga."
"Right...whatever."
She smirked, "You wanna join me?"
He crossed his arms, "Adamantium ain't exactly built for flexibility, kid."
"I'm sure you can at least try one...here...try this one."
She got into downward facing dog again, causing Logan's mouth to drop open as he cocked his head to the side.
From her upside down position, she spoke, "See what I'm doin' here?"
He murmured, "Oh yeah baby...I see what you're doin'."
"Huh?"
"Nothin'."
He got down next to her and attempted the pose, but failed miserably, causing her to laugh her ass off. At least he made her smile.
Come to find out, she did Yoga four days a week on that very balcony in the wee hours of the morning. She claimed it was because she enjoyed watching the sun rise as she "centered" herself.
From then on, Logan would pick a vantage point from a window, or higher balcony of the mansion to watch Marie bend, stretch and pose in skimpy workout clothes.
Yoga was definitely his favorite exercise.