Crystal Cowboy - Bandits

Doesn't Remind Me - Audio Slave

Pinch Me - Bare Naked Ladies

The one thing Holly found particularly interesting about Logan was that his sides were ticklish. He glowered at her while she giggled. Her fingers danced near the sensitive areas of his skin. He made a soft sound and grabbed her wrist gently.

"Don't," he murmured.

Holly snuggled into him, hiding her smile in his chest. It was funny to think that he, of all people, was ticklish. She suppressed another giggle.

They had been driving two days. That was about as long as he could go without sleep, when he'd pulled into the parking lot of a decently priced motel. Holly had been expecting him to finally use those condoms he had bought. He didn't.

Not that he didn't want to, Holly could see inside his head that he wanted to. He really, really wanted to. Just not here. He had the semblances of a plan on what was going to happen and how he wanted it to happen.

"When I fall asleep," his fingers trailed down her clothed arm, "you need to get into the other bed."

Holly's lips pressed a light kiss to his stomach, "You haven't had any nightmares the entire trip Logan."

"That doesn't mean I won't," he replied. He still had the memory of stabbing Rogue through the chest and it wasn't something he wanted to repeat. Ever.

She didn't argue. Instead she pressed a kiss to his cheek. He caught her around the waist with one arm and pulled her down, holding her flush against him. His other hand came up, brushing the strands of dark hair that had fallen from her braid and hood back behind her ear. Holly smiled down at him.

He pulled her head down for a rough kiss, swallowing her soft moan. His thumb caressed the skin of her jaw to her ear, guiding her head to give him better access to her mouth. Holly's eyes fluttered shut. His mouth moved under hers, demanding, forceful, yearning.

Holly's gloved hands gripped at his shoulders, holding on for sanity's sake. She could lose herself in his kisses. Somehow she ended up on top of him, her legs straddling the hardening lump in his pants. He groaned against her lips, thrusting his hips shallowly against hers. Holly pulled away, one hand braced on his chest.

Slowly, experimentally, she rocked against him. Oh…oh… Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head. The delicious pressure between her legs. His hands gripped her waist guiding her over him. Holly groaned a weak and broken sound.

Then he was pulling her down again, holding the nape of her neck, pressing an almost desperate kiss against her mouth.

He was thinking about throwing caution to the wind. He wanted her that badly.

Holly pulled away. He didn't fight it. Logan looked up at her, his breathing heavy.

"I don't think," Holly said with a soft pant, "my virginity is going to last much longer."

Logan threw his head back and laughed.

"I am not a genius," Holly glowered at him over breakfast. "I'm just smart."

"You said you're IQ is one forty three." Logan said after a sip of his coffee.

Her glower turned into a scowl. "That doesn't make me a genius," she insisted.

"Yer dad is Tony Stark."

"Just because my dad was a boy genius doesn't mean I'm a genius." She drank a mouth full of orange juice. "That would be like saying just because he's a superhero now I'm going to be a superhero."

Logan gave her a pointed look. A very pointed look.

"Hey, I already told the Professor and Storm no." Which she had. More than once in Storm's case. Not every teacher that worked at the mansion needed to be part of the X-Men team. The world had its fair share of heroes these days. Holly was more than content to keep her nose in a book and let her boyfriend – she would NEVER get tired of saying that – do the hero gig.

She bit into her buttered sourdough with fervor.

He was smirking while he ate.

They were about three hours from the New York border. Normally he would have waited until they were back in New York before finding food, but her stomach had rumbled long and loud in the car. So he'd pulled the car into the closest diner.

"I don't hold hands," he said completely out of the blue.

Holly had been in the middle of swallowing a mouth full of scrambled egg. She choked, coughed to clear her throat and looked at him. "Um…" she said, unable to think of anything else, "okay?"

"I don't like being called yer boyfriend either." He added.

Well that was short lived.

"I don't do short term," Logan continued. He caught the quick flash of fear across her eyes, "We go as long as we can, if it ain't meant to be then it ain't meant to be."

The slight panic attack she'd had faded into that tight knot in her stomach. "You…," Holly bit her lower lip, "you have to stop asking me to try to put your memories back in your head if we're going to do this."

Logan's mouth pressed into a grim, flat line, "I'll stop asking."

The knot inside her stomach eased a little. "I'm allergic to most flowers. I can't eat chocolate and I don't like jewelry. So if you screw up, get me a movie or a book."

"I'm gonna screw up," he warned her. He sipped his coffee then added, "I'm gonna screw up really bad at least once."

Holly gave him her bravest smile, "So will I."

Holly awoke to the sound of the school's gate opening. She blinked blearily into the darkness of the car. They drove up the driveway, Logan hit the button for the garage and the large door opened. Then he was parking them behind what looked like a car that was stuck in the middle of restoration or break down.

The engine cut off. She looked at the dashboard's clock but it had already gone blank.

Energy saving cars.

"What time is it?" Holly murmured, stretching and yawning.

"About two in the morning," Logan replied.

The trip had taken nearly the whole two weeks of winter vacation.

"How much," she said with another yawn, "do you want to bet that none of my students watched the Dune saga yet?"

"They've got one day left," he said. Logan grabbed her bag out of the trunk and slung it over his shoulder.

"You don't have to carry that," she told him.

He took out his own bag and closed the trunk, "Yer too tired to walk straight. I'll carry it."

Holly opened her mouth to protest but a yawn came out instead. She blushed. He smirked. "Yeah, yeah, mister smarty pants."

"I'm not the one with the Mensa card."

Her blush went from pink to crimson, "Jerk."

"Virgin."

"Is it weird that I really want to kiss you right now?" Holly asked as they made their way toward the door that lead into the mansion.

Both bags hit the floor and her nose almost hit his chest. Her head reeled a little. Logan tipped her chin upward. Then he was kissing her and for a brief moment the world didn't exist. It was just her and him and the warm fuzzy feeling in her chest.

Then he was pushing her behind him and his claw popped with a swift hissing sound.

There was a man, tall, about as tall as Logan with dark red sunglasses…Holly blinked. Oh. She looked up at Logan for confirmation. His nostrils flared. Then his skin paled just a little. His claws retracted slowly.

"I had to die for you to stop using my car?" Scott Summers said.

Oh. This probably wasn't going to be good.

Holly looked back and forth between the two rivals.

Not good at all.

See, I told you someone guessed right.

Don't you wish you knew where I was going with this?

Chapter 15 up in a few days.

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