Logan sighed as he flicked through the channels on the huge plasma screen TV in the rec room. Why was it that when he actually had time to himself to do what he wanted, he couldn't find anything to do? He'd rather be fixing something than sitting on his ass doing nothing during his spare time.
The Rec Room was as usual, full of kids laughing and chatting it up while they played table tennis, air hockey, and mortal combat, et cetera. The kids typically used the Rec room during the free period before dinner to unwind before having to do homework. Staff usually retreated to their offices to correct papers. But Logan? No. He had no papers to correct. Even if he did, he wouldn't. So here he was, stuck on the couch, amidst dozens of hormonal teenagers, flicking through the channels.
Nicole opened the door to the Rec Room, looking around for any of her friends. Bobby was locked in a full-contact, hardcore game of air hockey with Pyro, and no one else was free. Shrugging to herself, she plopped down on the couch to watch some TV instead. Logan had finally found something halfway interesting, and had put the remote down for a moment... when she grabbed it, and started her own channel flipping.
With a faint growl, Logan turned to look at Nicole in a threatening manner. Nicole however, wasn't giving him the time of day. Where'd that cute, giggling, adorable Nicole go? Now he was stuck with annoying, remote stealing, and channel flipping Nicole.
Pausing in her flipping, Nicole chanced a glance up at him. "Oh. I'm sorry. Where you watching something?" She challenged, looking highly amused with a small smirk on her lips.
This was obviously a ploy to wind him up. "Yes. I was." He said, struggling to sound completely calm.
The corners of her mouth kicked up. "Too bad."
He frowned at her, not particularly amused. Was she schizophrenic or something? Sometimes she hated him, sometimes she acted like he really wasn't all that bad, and then there were the times when she did her best to provoke him. Like now. "Nicole, give me the remote. Please." The 'please' was stuck on the end as an afterthought, and was rather more threatening than any 'please' had any right to be.
Pausing, she considered it for a split second. Wow, Logan could say please with out blowing up. Shocker. "Uuuhmm... No." she said, readjusting her grip on the remote, just incase he felt like wresting it from her. How long could this go on with out him blowing up? That was the purpose of her taunting of course. Katie had said to look deeeep in Logan to find the emotions. So far, the only emotion she got was agitation. Then again, having the remote stolen from you when you are watching something that is sort of interesting doesn't exactly make you want to jump a girl's bones for it. More like put her in her place and go back to your channel.
Logan sighed a bit, wondering why she was going through all this trouble to get his irritated. Did she enjoy seeing him angry? What was her problem, anyway? He'd liked the cute, giggly Nicole of earlier a great deal better. 'That'Nicole knew her place... (Under him). "Give it to me, or I'll take it."
"Go ahead and try." she challenged, a brow raising. She didn't really care about the TV any more. She didn't really think he wanted it all that much either. This was a power issue. He was the alpha male, always had been, and now he was being challenged by a bitch. "If you wanted it that badly, you would have had it by now." she commented, squirming mentally at the double meaning that she had subconsciously put into that statement.
Something in his eyes flashed. He'd understood the double meaning. Reaching forward, he grabbed it. And she let him.
Smirking at his look of utter bewilderment, Nicole shrugged. "I would have given it to you eventually anyways. You shouldn't worry about hurting me. I can take it. I'm a big girl." she laughed, grinning broadly.
Bobby, looking up from his game, watched in a kind of jealous fascination as Logan leaned in really close to Nicole. Such was his distraction that he didn't notice when Pyro scored on him, though the loud cheer broke the spell. "Oh, whatever." Bobby muttered, uncharacteristically darkly, giving his place to someone else. Sitting down on the couch between Nicole and Logan, he put an arm around Nicole's shoulders with a possessive air. "Hey, Nicole," He offered as greeting, back to the 'teacher'.
A bit miffed, Logan gave the Ice-cube or whatever he called himself... a look while his back was turned. Who did he think he was anyway? Coming and interrupting his and Nicole's private space. It was obvious that the kid was jealous. Jealous of what, he thought bitterly, he would never know, given the fact that student and 'responsible' adult relationships were illegal. Shrugging, Logan got up off of the couch to sit on a more private piece of furniture. One that didn't have two hormonal teenagers who didn't know what the hell they wanted, on it.
As Logan left, Bobby seemed to relax a bit more. "So, how are you? I heard that you hurt your neck... I saw him escort you out and..." he ended with a shrug and a hostile glance in Logan's direction.
Nicole looked at Bobby, more than a little confused. Why was he acting all hostile? Its not like she and Logan had been doing anything... they hadn't even been talking. "He was just getting me some Band-Aids for my neck, that's all." She replied, looking at him questioningly. Was Bobby jealous? If he was, what was he jealous of? She didn't have any sort of relationship with Logan, couldn't, and had talked to him civilly maybe twice ever.
Meanwhile, Logan was trying to attempt to give them an inch of privacy by ignoring their conversation (as the only vacant seat had been unfortunately very close by) so naturally, he could hear every word. Not that enhanced hearing was a pain in the ass or anything but, it would be nice if he could be left in peace with out over hearing more than 12 whispered conversations at once. But he obviously couldn't deny the savage pleasure in the pit of his stomach that they were discussing himself, and at the fact that she described their little Band-aid-venture as 'just getting some Band-aids.' Then again, it wouldn't exactly be wise to mention the fact that Logan blew on her neck (which most of the time would have been saved while trying to sexually arouse someone... older and more mature.) in front of an obviously jealous Ice Cube.
"Why do you talk to someone you can't stand?" He asked, almost suspiciously. "You never talk to me." Bobby's tone was hurtful, hurting, and he was making Nicole squirm with prolonged eye contact. "You never come and sit with me, but you sit with him?"
Nicole tried to think of something to say to excuse herself. "Bobby, why are you doing this?" She was shrinking back some, confused as hell.
"Because I love you!" Before Nicole had a chance to react at all his hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her mouth in to meet his.
His mouth was insistent, yet she could feel him holding back. It was odd, kissing Bobby. His lips were warm and his breath cold. Not at all an unpleasant combination, but odd nonetheless. Shivering not from cold, she moaned softly when his tongue swept over her bottom lip. This was nice... involuntarily; her hands slipped up over his shoulders and twisted in the soft blond curls at the nape of Bobby's neck. When he parted from her, she could barely catch her breath and everything had a hard time coming back into focus.
"Me next!" Pyro called teasingly, as a chorus of wolf whistles and catcalls rose up.
Logan felt his stomach twist unpleasantly as he watched Ice Cube kiss Nicole... the most irrational urge to jump up off his chair and drag him off seized him, and he determinedly squashed it. That, or shouting out "MINE" like he wanted, would not help the situation any. Looking away as casually as possible, he tried to put on a front of unconcern.
When they finally pulled away, after what seemed like hours and hours... and hours of mental torture...The way Nicole looked well... that was a different story all together. It sent shivers down his spine to see her like that; lips full, swollen, pink, and moist, her eyes misted over and unfocused. I wonder. I wonder if she would look like that if I... Logan's stomach did a funny jump. Of course she would. Perhaps even more so if it were Logan. Ice Cube was only what-16? Barely enough experience to make her tremble at the knees.
Bobby leaned back, ignoring the calls. He was paying much too much attention to Nicole's reaction. It meant so much to him, that he'd finally kissed her, and it would probably drive him over the edge if she looked disgusted. But... oh, thank god, she didn't. Instead she looked up at him, eyes all wide and beautiful, and smiled. And what a pretty smile she had...
Still smiling, she exhaled and Bobby could see the small puff of breath hover in the air. She laughed softly, "Never associated being able to see my breath with kissing before." she mumbled, those wide brown eyes flicking away from in shyly while she tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear, the other hand lifted to cover her mouth.
Relieved, Bobby couldn't keep the broad grin off of his face while sliding a slightly triumphant glance in Logan's direction. Ha. Mine. Raising a brow, Logan mockingly pretended to applaud.
Before anyone else had time to make any more comments about the impromptu kiss, but after Nicole had watched Bobby flaunt his 'victory' in Logan's face, the bell for dinner rang. Most of the other students raced for the door, and a few others (Nicole and Logan for one) hung back to avoid being trampled in the stampede. "I'll save you a seat," Bobby had commented at her, with a slightly possessive air and a mental reassurance to himself that he'd find one far, far away from Logan, before joining the crowd.
Nicole just nodded after him, a bit unsure of what to say.
After the room cleared, the last of the stragglers got up and made their way out, leaving Nicole (and Logan) alone. Nicole felt... strange. Weren't you supposed to feel giddy and good after you've been kissed? All she felt was confused. Bobby's kiss was nice but... there was something missing that she just couldn't put her finger on. Then again, it's not like she had anyone else's kissing technique to compare it to. You wish that you did though, right? Perhaps... Logan? mocked one of her nastier inner voices. Feeling slightly put out, Nicole got up, but didn't leave the room. Even if she did want Logan to kiss her, it wasn't as if he could. Or would want to. Her stomach turned, suddenly she didn't really feel like eating..., but Bobby was waiting for her. She bit her lip, moving around the couch to examine the empty room. However, the room wasn't as empty as she had thought it had been.
"For someone who's just been kissed, you don't look very happy." Logan drawled from his armchair. He stretched, long legs unfurling and arms rising skyward, and then stood. There was something strange in the look that Logan fixed Nicole with. Something that made his slightly narrowed, speculating eyes dark, and smoldering.
"W-what do you mean?!" Nicole snapped waspishly, surprising herself at how harsh she sounded. Why was he looking at her like that?
"Was it your first kiss?" He asked, stepping a few very deliberate paces closer to her, continuing to fix her with that dark, smoldering stare. That stare... Nicole felt her knees going a bit weak, the way they never did when Bobby looked at her. "Because you don't look like you enjoyed it much." He continued.
Trying to remain calm, Nicole attempted to pull herself together, but failed miserably. "What's it to you if it was my first kiss?" she challenged, furrowing her brows and feeling the familiar pang of annoyance and irritation that Logan caused, rise within the several new, wild emotions that were whirling inside of her. Her heart was racing and her blood was pounding heavily in her ears, breathing was near impossible. Her heart beat so hard and loud that she was beginning to wonder if Logan was able to hear it. He undoubtedly could, damn those heightened senses.
Logan raised a brow, the corners of his mouth kicking up into that irritating, sexy smile that at times made Nicole want to either punch off of him, or kiss off of him. Either seemed very desirable at the moment. "Nothing! Nothing. It's just… you know, I would have thought that one's first kiss would be... ah... more enjoyable than you're playing it out to be." He said laughingly, his voice a light purr above Nicole's pounding heart.
He continued to advance, but his nearness was made all the more noticeable to Nicole when she squeaked, "I did! I did..." she faltered, looking up at him. When did he get so close? She could almost feel the heat that his body emanated. "Enjoy it." She breathed, gulping, and sucking in her bottom lip nervously, attempting to shrink back against the wall that she must have backed into at some point in the conversation that had slipped her mind.
He chuckled, a deep, soft sound that made Nicole's knees quake even more violently. He leaned down and in so close that she could feel his breath, hot, and feather light, stir her bangs and bathe her face in delicious warmth. "Liar."
Nicole, completely blindsided by the confusing medley of emotions, opened her mouth to say something... and found she didn't have to. Logan reached down to her, hand at the back of her neck before she'd realized it had moved, mouth on hers. Nicole's muffled squeak of surprise changed to a confused half-moan as fireworks exploded behind her eyes, his heat blazing into her.
His kiss was fierce, burning, and aggressive. Nicole couldn't help but shiver. Logan's hands didn't seem to want to keep still; one running up and down her back, kneading and rubbing, and the other ran through her hair and slid to stroke the side of her face, while his mouth demanded that she respond. She had been so shocked; she'd hardly had enough time to even think of responding to his touch. She hadn't even thought of fighting him off... She melted, her muscles relaxing to the extent of becoming completely limp in his arms, kissing back and clinging to him desperately.
Her reaction only encouraged him, as he pressed in deeper and she opened her mouth to him. Nicole couldn't help but moan again, sending vibrations that reverberated throughout. Her length was pressed against him, against the wall, and shivers danced up and down her, in a sort of ecstasy at this impossible intimate contact... But, almost as suddenly as he had started the kiss (oh, but what a kiss it was!) he ended it, pausing for brief, triumphant moment to see the redder, more swollen contours of that lovely, delicious mouth, and the abject pleasure and arousal on her face before leaving her there, limply propped against the wall, utterly blown away.
Moaning and trembling, Nicole struggled to regain strength in her limbs. She felt like her limbs were made of jell-o. With a soft whimper, she braced herself against the wall, a shaking hand rising to inspect her swollen lips. Her lips tingled pleasantly, and she licked them, still tasting him on her lips. Cigar tobacco, not at all unpleasant tasting, despite the nasty fumes that it gave off when lit. She could still feel his hands... as if they were still there, running through her hair (and messing it up, but I don't think she minded much) and that brief moment when that hand... the hand that had been running up and down her back slipped beneath her shirt, whether by accident or no. Sparks had jumped up her spine. How could she ever face Bobby after that?
- - -
Logan sat at his usual seat, trying to act as normal as possible... but simply unable to get the thought of her out of his head, the taste of her, the feel of her... Trying to resist the urge to keep licking his lips, he looked around, trying to resist the equally strong urge to glare triumphantly at Ice Cube. He might have been her first... but I was definitely the best, he thought to himself, smugly.
But, Oh god, she had been so...perfect. Soft, and sweet (oh, so sweet!) and very responsive. Every soft moan, sigh, or whimpering noise that she emitted continued to echo in his ears deliciously. He could still feel her hands hesitantly whispering over his shoulders, chest, and lower back, clutching at his shirt and making bunches of it in her hands that he had to straighten before entering the dinning hall. It had been as close to his dream as one could get. He shuddered pleasantly, struggling to keep his cool when Nicole finally entered the dinning hall some ten minutes later, biting her lower lip to make it less obvious that it was still swollen.
Bobby looked at her questioningly, wondering why she was late and offered her the seat he had been saving so loyally beside him (having to chase off some several other girls, who had wanted to sit next to him). "Nicole, you alright?" he asked, throwing an arm faux-casually across her shoulders, still not sure if he had "won" the imaginary "battle" for possession of her affections in the Rec Room...
Nicole nodded, "Mmhmm. Fine, Bobby." she mumbled softly, in a far away, airy voice. For good measure, she added a smile, which turned out to be a bit too happy for her taste, given the circumstances.
"You sure?" he mumbled, uncertainly, thrown off by her bright smile. Did he... win?
She nodded again, "Yeah... just... still a little breathless." which was partly true, but not from Bobby.
Logan, as much as he tried to keep it discreet, enjoyed a brief moment of triumph. Oh, Ice Cube, you really think your wimpy little kiss has kept her breathless for that long? If you only knew...
He was interrupted by a hand waving in his face, and an extremely un-amused Scott repeating for the sixth or seventh time, "Logan! The SALT please?"
Katie, from a vantage point some half the table away from Nicole, tried in vain to get her friend's attention. What had happened, to make her friend look all funny? Would she really have to wait until after dinner to find out? The idea seemed extremely irritating to Katie, who wasn't having the best evening. She'd been cornered by Arch, and was now sitting (fairly extremely) bored beside him, feeling lower than low as she found herself wishing the warm arm around her waist was someone else's... At least Nicole's problems were simple!
With an irritated grunt, Logan snatched up the nearest shaker and thrust it into Cyclops's expectant, outstretched hand. He then turned back to attempt to listen to Nicole's and Ice Cube's conversation. He was apparently satisfied with her answer, and they were talking civilly about the Boston Red Sox and grinning about their victory against the Yankees. Or at least, Ice Cube was grinning and talking about it, and Nicole merely smiling and nodding, clearly not listening to a word he was saying.
"LOGAN!" Scott shouted him back to paying attention, "If I had wanted pepper I would have asked for it. The SALT please."
"Jeez One-eye, don't get your panties in a twist!"