Wow it's been a while…was it 2011 I last updated? Damn. But I didn't forget so enjoy!
*My Spanish still sucks
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"You need help, little lady?" Logan asked in fake southern accent as he helped Raven down from one of the horses they had stolen.
"Why aren't you just the gentlemen?" Raven flirted back in a high-pitch southern bell accent.
After a long horse ride, they had finally reached the town of Nogales and were very anxious to get a drink from the local bar. Raven was no longer in her natural form and had transformed into attractive black-haired human woman dressed in blue lacy dress that looked a little too fancy for the middle of the desert. Logan looked very sharp and handsome in it, a much better improvement than his tattered attirement he had earlier. Raven had made Logan dress up too in that suit they had found back in that farmhouse. However, Raven couldn't see his bulging muscles anymore, which she had grown fond looking at. It was a very small town so they both stood out, regardless what they dressed in.
Raven though was also looking forward to meeting Logan's brother, Victor since she wanted to see if Victor was just as "interesting" as Logan.
"You better tie those reins tight," Raven winked as Logan tied the horse's reins to a post in front of the bar. "We wouldn't want them to get stolen."
Logan smirked at her after he finished and playfully grabbed her from behind. Raven giggled like a schoolgirl but stopped when a man suddenly flew out one of the bar's windows and landed at their feet, unconscious. The sound of screams, shouts and fists hitting flesh followed from inside the building and Logan was pretty sure what…or who started the fight. He shook his head.
"Oh good, we didn't miss the party," Raven commented, stepping over the knocked out man. "Shall we?"
Logan held out his arm and Raven held on to it before they contentedly, strolled up the stairs to the bar and entered.
About eight men were fighting each other when they walked inside and took a seat at the bar. The place was already run down looking and them breaking objects around them weren't doing the place any favors.
"So which one is Victor?" Raven asked, trying to search him out in the brawl.
"The one who started the fight," Logan answered, picking up someone's drink, who had left it behind to join the fight. "And the one who's winnin'."
"Aren't you going to help him?"
"I'm thirsty."
Logan tried to the get the bartender's attention but he was too busy pulling out a gun from underneath the bar.
"Párelo!" he screamed, pointing a shotgun at them. Stop it!
Everyone froze in the establishment, while Raven and Logan watched like it was entertaining movie.
"Vamos! Salga!" the bartender continued yelling at them as the men slowly exited the bar, grumbling. Go! Leave!
Only one man didn't move, who happened to be the only white man as well and Raven guessed he had to be Victor.
He did look little like Logan in the face and was just as muscular but was taller and had lighter hair color. He had a wide grin on his face, which revealed sharp canines that probably could tear through flesh like butter but it was his claw-like nails that were the attention grabber. They were grotesque looking but Raven found herself wanting to touch them as she stared at them. He wore simple clothes, wore-out jeans and a flannel shirt that were covered in blood but yet he didn't have a single cut or bruise on him.
"Salga!" the bartender yelled again at him but Victor ignored him when he spotted Logan sitting at the bar. Leave!
"Jimmy, you made it!" Victor exclaimed, happily as he came over and slapped him on the back. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Jimmy?" Raven muttered under her breath.
"Tiene usted que salir! Vamos! Vamos! O lo dispararé!" the bartender bellowed at Victor, wildly. You have to leave! Go! Go! Or I will shoot him!
"El no causará más problemas," Raven told the bartender, while slipping him twenty American dollars. He looked at it and decided to take it as he backed away. He will not cause more problems.
"Will you?" she asked Victor, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh so this is what ya have been doin'…" Victor smirked, looking at Raven up and down. "Aren't you goin' to introduce us, Jimmy?"
"I'm Raven Darkholme," Raven said before Logan could say anything as she held her hand out.
"Victor Creed," he greeted, kissing her hand as he sat down next to them. "So how did you two meet, exactly? I mean we are in the fuckin' desert."
"We met at an execution," Raven retorted like she was telling a really romantic and cute story. "When I saw bullets rip this chest I knew he was the one."
"Always the romantic spot," Victor chuckled before leering at Logan. "Oh so you did get capture after all? Typical…"
"And who left me behind, eh bub?" Logan growled back, turning to the bartender to order a bottle of Mezcal.
"I can't save yer ass all the time," Victor snapped. He then looked at Raven, curiously. "But…why were you goin' to be executed?"
"Guess," Raven grinned, eyes flashing yellow.
"If ya think she looks beautiful now," Logan smirked, putting an arm around her. "Yer haven't seen nothin' yet."
"You really haven't," Raven winked, biting her tongue, flirtatiously.
"Well why don't we all go someplace a little bit more private and yer two can tell me all about it."
Raven's eyes twinkled in amusement. Logan, on the hand, grabbed the bottle of Mezcal the bartender had brought and downed it, knowing he was going to need it.
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"I was just wanderin'…" Victor slurred, slightly buzzed since he had just drank entire bottle of whiskey in on sitting. "…when you turn into man do you have peni-
"Don't ask her that," Logan barked, taking the bottle of whiskey from him.
"No, no it's okay," Raven chuckled, patting Logan's shoulder. She was also very drunk as she held a bottle of Mezcal like it was a baby. Raven had reverted back to her true blue form since there were no prying eyes nearby. Victor also seemed unfazed by her powers but it was clear he was very interested in her.
Victor, Raven and Logan had migrated from the local bar to a small Inn and had been drinking heavily the whole night. They had probably spent hundreds of dollars with the amount of alcoholic beverages they had consumed since it took a lot of alcohol to get them all very drunk. However, Logan was no longer as drunk as Victor and Raven, he had stop drinking a while ago. Victor and Raven continuously flirting had killed Logan's buzz.
"But to answer your question, yes I have a penis when I turn into a man," she responded, giggly.
Victor started laughing, hysterically. Logan made no reaction since he wasn't sure how to react.
"Does it work?" Victor inquired, curiously.
"You know, I'm not sure, I have never actually tried yet," Raven declared, thoughtfully. "But maybe I should…"
"You can try on Jimmy!" Victor suggested, loudly. Luckily, they were in one of Inn's rooms and not in the common room where everyone could hear them.
"I doubt he's in to that," Raven laughed, lying on the bed but then perked back up and smiled, "Are you?"
"No," Logan answered, sourly.
"We are just joking," Raven snickered. "Seriously, lighten up. Did you stop drinking? Come on, here you go-
"He's in one of his moods," Victor retorted, rolling his eyes.
"I think he's just worried that I'm going to go with you tonight instead of him," Raven chuckled, drunkenly. "He even told me."
The color drained from Logan's face.
"He should be worried," Victor grinned, not sounding as drunk as before. "Because he knows I can have any girl I want."
"Well I'm going to bed," Logan announced, standing up.
"We are just joking, GOD! Take a joke!" Raven repeated, grabbing his arm. Victor only gave Logan a nasty smile as he took grabbed the bottle of whiskey back from him.
"Fuck the both of you," he snarled, jerking his arm away from Raven before he left the room.
"Don't worry about the fuckin' part," Victor called after him. He then turned back to Raven. "Now how about-
"Actually…" Raven muttered, looking down as she put the Mezcal on the ground. "I should go with him."
"I can show you a better time than him," Victor told her, moving closer to her.
"I'm sure you could," she agreed, standing up.
"Why then?"
"I like him."
"You don't like me?"
"I do but…he's caring-
"Oh I can be very caring," Victor retorted, pulling her towards him. He tried kissing her but Raven pushed him away with her surprising strength.
"Not like that," Raven snipped, getting up again. "I want to be with someone who actually likes me and cares about my well-being it's…been too long since I have been with someone like that."
"I like ya a lot," Victor mumbled low. He would never say this sober but he really wanted to have her. "You seriously are like no other woman I have met before, yer kind of a bitch but yet you get it! You get it and you don't bull shit!"
"And I get how drunk you are right now."
"Yer drunk too…so-
"Goodnight, Victor," Raven said over him, heading to the door.
"Fine but don't come back crawling to me when he can't satisfy you!"
"Don't worry that is not a problem," Raven winked before closing the door shut.
Victor rolled his eyes and drank himself asleep.
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When Logan woke up this morning, he was so ecstatic to find Raven was in his bed because that meant she had chosen him over Victor. He had been surprised to find her at his door and had kind of taken his anger out on her last night with really rough sex, the mangled bed as evidence but she seemed to enjoy it, nevertheless. He really liked Raven so it was reassuring that she did too when she picked him.
Logan watched her as she slept and couldn't understand why anyone would reject or hate her just because she looked different. She was so beautiful in every way.
Raven blinked her eyes opened a few minutes later, eyes glowing an even brighter yellow color from the sunlight peaking in from the cheap drapes. She smiled at him and stretched her arms out and yawned, "Have you been watching me sleep?"
Logan shrugged.
"You feeling okay?" Raven asked, snuggling up next to him. "I think I lost count of how many bottles we brought last night."
"I don't get hangovers," Logan stated, putting an arm around her. "But wat about you? Do you have a healin' factor or sumthin' because I'm pretty sure you drank just as much?"
"I heal fast but not as fast as you but I have always had a high tolerance for alcohol too."
"I have always admired a girl who knows how to drink," he grinned, pushing a stray of hair out of face.
Raven smiled and outlined his muscles on his arm with her fingers before asking, "So do you have a life outside of crime?"
"I don't usually steal horses and raid houses, I hope you know," Logan told her, flexing his arm for her. "But no not really…Victor and I have been just drifting around really."
"Same," Raven nodded. "I can't stay in one place for too long."
"There's just nuthin' to do when a war isn't going on."
"Oh so you fought on the Western Front?" Raven asked, curiously. "How'd that go? You must be like the perfect solider."
"It was interesting…much different than the Civil War. There were so many new weapons introduced-
"Whoa, whoa wait," Raven interrupted him. "The Civil War? Are you saying you fought in the American Civil War?"
"Yeah."
"But that would make you eighty or ninety!"
"Yeah I know."
Raven shook her head in awe as she sat up. "So how old are you then?"
"I'll be eighty-six in a few months."
"And I thought my appearance threw people off," she laughed, touching his face. "How is this possible? You don't look older than forty."
"I think my healin' factor slows my agin' down or sumthin'."
"Well goddamn, what else don't I know about you?"
"A lot," he smirked, patting her hand. "How old are you by the way? With your powers, you would be able to conceive your true age, no?"
"A lady never reveals her age," Raven recited in a southern bell accent, bringing the covers up to conceal her face. "But…you are old enough to be my father, no grandfather…heh no, maybe my great grandfather-
"You make me sound like an old pervert."
"You kind of are," Raven teased. "Taking advantage of a poor little innocent girl like me!"
"You are the farthest thing from innocent, my dear," Logan retorted, pulling the covers off her before getting on top of her.
"And you definitely don't have an erection of an eighty year old man," Raven pointed out as spread her legs open and felt his thick throbbing cock rub up against her. He thrust hard inside her, which made her moan and clenched onto the sheets since she was still little sore from last night's rough sex but she liked it either way. She could be masochist but felt like being the dominant this time when she hugged his torso and rolled them over so she was on top. She rode him for a bit, while she held his arms down so he couldn't touch her anywhere else.
She then collapsed on him and whispered, "You know what we should do?"
"What?" he grunted, grouchily since she had stopped.
"We should rob a bank."
Logan made a puzzled face since that was not what he was thinking at all and instead wrapped his arms around her and rolled back on top, wanting to finish.
"So is that a yess?" she murmured in his ear. "We would be unstoppable, you know? Do you remember how we felt after we rob that farm? How we fucked?"
Yes, Logan did remember as he smirked and thrust in and out even harder as he moved her body with him, which made Raven squirm against him in delight. She put her arms around his neck and breathed, "And I'll let you do whatever you want to me every night."
Logan buried his face into her neck and only let out a satisfied moan, which Raven took that as a yes anyways.
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Last night was kind of blur to Victor but he knew for sure that Raven had turned him down, which of course wounded his pride, big time. He had woken up about an hour ago and slouched down to the Inn's bar to drink his embarrassment away but his buzz was ultimately killed when he saw Raven and Logan come down.
They looked like a stupid happy couple with their arms linked together. Raven had turned back into black haired woman from before but now was wearing jeans and riding gear. Logan looked fresh faced and probably the happiest he had even seen him, it made him sick.
"You okay?" Raven asked when her and Logan approached him. "You drank a lot last night."
"He's fine," Logan stated, smugly since he knew Victor was just embarrassed Raven didn't chose him. "We don't get hangovers-
"The sound of your voice is giving me a headache so maybe I am," Victor hissed at them. "But yeah sure I'm fine but I don't remember much though."
"Oh how convenient," Raven retorted, looking at Logan, who smirked back.
"Oh shut up," Victor snarled, turning away from them. "What do you two want? If you're invitin' me to go to yer weddin' I ain't goin'-
They both laughed but in an annoying cute couple way. "No we have not been planning that," Raven chuckled, sitting down next to him. "But what we have been planning is something that might interest you."
Victor gave her a doubtful look.
"Would you like to rob a bank with us?" she asked, taking a hold of Logan's hand.
Victor gave her a suspicious glare then looked at Logan for explanation since he thought this was a joke.
"We are serious," Logan confirmed, squeezing Raven's hand.
"Okay fine I'm in then," Victor responded without another thought.
"Well that didn't take much convincing," Raven chortled. "I like that."
"Anything remotely dangerous attracts him," Logan explained, sitting down as well.
"Same with you since you like me," Raven sniggered, moving over to sit on Logan's lap.
"We can't die so what's the point of doing non-dangerous things?" Victor snapped, trying to ignore their lovely-dovey couple behavior since it made him want to puke.
"He's got a point."
"But the three of us would make the perfect team," Victor commented when he really started to think about it. He and Logan had robbed a few banks before and had gotten away with it too but stopped after a few innocent people got killed this one time and Logan freaked out and swore never do it again. But he seemed to be willingly to do anything with this Raven girl around, which got Victor thinking. Her unique gifts and her influence on Logan could be very useful to him, indeed…
"I think he's a little too excited about this," Raven muttered since Victor suddenly looked really happy.
"You think?" Logan snickered, kissing her forehead.
"There's a bank in Kansas I thought we could try," Raven suggested, snapping Victor out of his thoughts. "I have some friends out there."
"Sounds good to me," Victor answered, totally forgetting about his earlier woes.
"Let me just make somethin' clear to you though, Victor," Logan abruptly said in a serious tone. "There will be no killin', no one needs to die over money."
"I don't kill anybody who doesn't deserve it," Victor said, innocently, putting his hands up.
Logan rolled his eyes before directing his attention to innkeeper at the far end of the bar so he could ask for some breakfast.
"I have the same motto," Raven whispered low, eyes flashing yellow.