Part 7

Kitty, I had to go and find Kitty. Not because I needed to confide in someone, that was about the last thing I intended to do, but Kitty had a lot of stuff, and I needed to borrow something very important. It had taken me nearly an hour to calm down and wash up after the game, and though I thought I might still be on the verge of breaking into a hysterical smile, the fear of discovery was enough to temper it when I stood outside her door.

I knocked softly, she opened the door; she was alone, thank goodness.

"Kitty? I'm sorry to bother you, I just wondered if you had a minute?"

"Sure." She stepped aside and motioned me in and closed the door. She must have known that whatever it was, I was going to say something serious.

"I was wondering if I might be able to borrow something from you?"

"Of course, what do you need?" Kitty was generous to a fault.

My voice got really quiet, "a nightgown?" I was so hesitant to say it out loud, but all I owned were tank tops and PJ pants, certainly nothing sexy or alluring, and I wanted to give Logan something to remember, something perfect.

A big grin lit her face, "Oh my god, you've got a date tonight!? That is awesome. Who is it? Oh, we'll find something perfect." She raced on at an excited speed, hardly pausing between thoughts as she pulled opened drawers in her dresser. "I have a few here I probably haven't even opened yet," she pulled out a few plastic bags; all had Victoria's Secret written on them. "Is it Kurt?" She turned to look me right in the eye.

I stammered; what on earth must they have spoken about, how could she get that idea? "Kitty, I, I just don't want to say anything, in case, you know, things don't work out. I don't want things to get weird or anything."

"Ooh, I bet it is, all that nice blue fur, it's so soft. Here!" She held up one parcel and pulled open the top. "I ordered it awhile back, before I decided I liked them shorter. I think this one will fit you perfectly." She held it up for me to see.

It was a full white robe with a very open neckline, long with gauzy sleeves, mostly opaque, which was fastened just under the breasts, over top of a satin bandeau type bra and matching panties. It was perfect.

"It'll go so well with blue." She smirked at me.

"Kitty please, I never said," she stopped me.

"Don't worry, I won't say a thing." She folded everything back up and put it back in the bag. "You just keep it ok? Hopefully it'll be a good memory for you."

I thanked her over and over, and begged her not to let on about who she thought my date might be. I had figured out by the end of the conversation that there was no dissuading her from her conclusions and I promised myself to make it up to Kurt after, especially when she smiled a little too knowingly at him in the common room afterwards. I had set myself up in a corner of the couch to watch some TV and to watch Kurt, and to keep my mind off the anxiety that was flooding my body. I also had to make sure Kurt left before I did, and thankfully he headed off just before ten. I waited a decent few more minutes before getting up myself.

Back in my room I tidied off my desk and pulled the sheets and comforter flat across my bed. I brushed my hair out of it's ponytail for a very long time, curling it around my neck, trying to decide if I should wear it forwards or back. I turned off all the lights in the room except the desk lamp, I wished I had candles, but I thought better of the possibly setting off a smoke detector and bringing most of the faculty running.

Finally, I changed into the gown Kitty had given me. The girl certainly was a good judge of fashion. It fit really well and made me feel like a princess, with just enough modesty to be alluring and just enough sexy to be enticing, at least that's what I hoped. Then, after a few steadying breaths I turned the bolt on my door; the final commitment on my part. The rest was up to him. I didn't know what late meant, and I wasn't sure if I should lie down to wait for him, or sit at my desk, or continue the nervous pacing. I didn't have long to worry about it. I heard the doorknob begin to turn, and I spun around barefoot, suddenly conscious that it might not be him, that this might be some terrible danger to me, and I began to tremble, as much from anticipation as from fear.

The door swung inward slowly and Logan slipped past and stopped, staring at me in the half open door. I let out the nervous breath I had been holding as he drew one in. At least he had the presence of mind to close the door behind him, and he bolted it without taking his eyes off of me. He had a medium sized canvas bag in his right hand, which he tossed onto the bed as he took a step towards me. I took one towards him, then another and I was in his arms, pressed against him, his mouth was looking for mine, and suddenly it was all real. His fingers tangled in my hair, and he parted from me for just a moment, and then drew me back. Over and over we kissed almost in desperation.

"Oh God Marie," he stepped back to look at me. I blushed and cast my eyes to the floor. He guided my face back upwards with his fingertips. "You are so beautiful." He stroked my hair and I turned my face into his warm hand, closing my eyes.

"Thank you." My voice shook.

"Look at me Marie," I did, "are you frightened of me?"

"Oh no Logan, no." I put my hand flat on his chest. He was wearing a black t-shirt, stretched over the muscles of his arms tightly, and across his chest so handsomely. Typical jeans, dull metallic belt buckle, scraped and scratched, with a belt that was once black completed his attire.

"You know I won't ever hurt you, don't you?"

"I would, I do, trust you with my life Logan." For him it was a high complement, as it would be for anyone who lived as a warrior. I took his right hand and pressed it against my chest, over my heart; I left it to him to interpret my intentions. He brushed his free hand down my arm, taking in the fragility of my gown. This close, he could see my skin beneath the gentle folds, and he continued to run his hands over me gently, finally daring to trace the lateral swells of my breasts with feather-light strokes. I shuddered and moaned so softly at his touch. His fingers crept around to the bow at the front of my gown, and pulled it loose, the drapery fell away, and I know he gasped just under his breath at the sight of my body. It made me so happy to know that it pleased him to see me.

He stepped back again to take in all of me, and as he did, he pulled off his shirt. Oh God he was so beautiful. He swept me up in his arms and spun around with me once, laughing. Still feeling the protection of my gown over my arms I wrapped them around his neck, my hands against his hair, and I carefully buried my head into his shoulder, and dared to kiss his neck there, darting my tongue out to trace the hollow down to his chest.

Agile fingers worked around behind me to undo the hooks at the back of my bra. I brought a hand up, modestly over my chest to keep the bandeau from falling as I laid back.

His smile was so tender as he hovered over me, and he leaned in to kiss me deeply. I wanted so desperately to touch him right then, really touch him. He put his hand on my wrist and pulled away the arm that was covering me, and I lay before him, breathing heavily, looking into the depth of his eyes and shaking.

"You are so beautiful Marie."

"I want to touch you Logan." I'm sure there were tears clouding my eyes as I spoke. "And I want you to touch me."

"Oh Marie, we will, I've got it all figured out, don't worry." He pulled the robe across me again, longingly letting his hands rest on my breasts again. I felt the pressure of his hands cupping them, kneading them, teasing me with his thumbs until I had to close my eyes. I moaned in pleasure, arching my shoulders against him. I thought I might just die when, with my eyes still closed I felt his warm breath on me and suddenly his hot mouth and forceful tongue taking me in, through the gown. He teased, he pulled, and he used his teeth. I cried out quietly, feeling the tension begin to build, deep in my core.

"Take the gown off." He whispered in my ear. "I promise, it'll be ok." At that moment I think I would have done anything he asked of me. I shrugged out of the gown and tucked it away near my pillow. I watched Logan in only my white panties, as he pulled off his jeans and socks, and then, in his black boxer briefs, which hugged his thighs the way the t-shirt had hugged his biceps, he pulled something from his bag. He sat beside me on the bed and put it in my hands.

It was a folded cloth, nearly transparent, but with a golden shimmer to it. It felt almost like water between my fingers. I looked up at Logan, questioning him.

"It's from the same people who make our uniforms. It's some kind of composite. It won't tear. I think you need a laser to cut it, though I don't know about Adamantium." He smiled at me. "But it's so thin that you can feel everything through it." He unfolded it; it was huge, and he draped it over my body. It felt like gossamer must, weightless on my skin. But Logan certainly wasn't as he lay down on top of me. He kept himself braced up on his elbows, or the weight of his adamantium skeleton would surely have crushed me.