Chapter One: Wolverine Meets Tigress
Now, it was a very rare occasion indeed when someone could watch Logan and not have him noticing or sniffing them our. So, it was a little strange that the girl could watch Logan as close as she was and not have him sniffing her out. She already knew that Logan would not be able to tell where she was unless she got too close to the window. That was her first mistake. She got too close and as a result, he sniffed her out.
Logan had just taken a shower and her was getting ready to turn in for the night. Now, he was getting dressed for bed and muttering to himself about what a dick Cyclops was when it came to Jean and just about everything else, when his keen hearing alerted him to movement outside of his window, in the very tree that the girl was perched in, watching him with eager, hungry eyes. The branch on which she was currently occupying was right next to his window, even though she was hidden from sight. The problem was that she wasn't hidden from his sense of smell or from his hearing.
Logan turned to the window. When he didn't see anything, he figured that it was just a breeze blowing the branch against the other branches. Then, he heard a rustling sound and he knew that it could not be the wind. There was somebody watching him. Then, his keen sense of smell picked up on an unfamiliar scent. He sniffed once, then twice, before he picked up on the fact that there wasn't a human outside, but a mutant… a female mutant to be more specific, Then, he knew that the girl had to be in the tree directly outside of the window.
But how could she have gotten so close without me noticing? He thought to himself, walking over to the window. Maybe that's her mutant power: stealth.
The girl knew that she was caught, but she was so scared that she froze on her branch, afraid to even breathe. She stayed right there until Logan came to the window and looked directly into her eyes.
All of a sudden, Logan found himself staring through the glass and directly into a pair of wide, bright and frightened amber colored, cat-shaped eyes that only got wider when she saw him looking at her. He froze for about a second. Then he growled deep in his throat. Then, a loud "snikt" –like sound sliced through the silence of the room as his retractable adamantium claws extracted themselves from the backs of his hands, sharp and dangerous.
The girl wasn't about to stick around and get sliced and diced as a result of being stupid, so she leapt away from the window as fast as she could force herself. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to keep Logan from pursuing her. He backed up, and ran towards the window, throwing himself out of it, sending glass everywhere. He landed expertly on a branch and using her scent to guide him, took off after his "stalker"
The girl, whoever she was, expertly remained very elusive for about twenty minutes before Logan realized that he'd lost her and gave up, jumping out of a tree and onto the ground below.
"Giving up so soon, Logan?" a female voice asked, teasingly. "That's not like you. That's not like you at all. "
The voice caused Logan, who was turning starting to go back inside, stop dead in his tracks. He bore his claws again. "Who's there?" he asked into the trees. "Show yourself!"
"Now, now, let's not get violent." The voice said coyly. " "I won't hurt ya. You already know that. You can sense that I haven't come here with dangerous intentions. Besides, why do something so soon when there is so much you don't know about me and so much that you want to know?"
She was right and he knew it. So, he retracted his claws. "Who are you and what do you want with me?" he asked.
"Well, I don't want anything from you, Logan." The voice replied in a singsong tone. "What I'm after and what I actually want is you."
He didn't believe this, not a word of it. "Me?" he asked in disbelief.
"Uh-huh" she replied in a tone that sounded like she was smiling. "I want you. You and all your rugged manliness, your animalistic sex drive, your insatiability, your strength, your gloriously muscular body and of course, I want those claws." Logan was getting the feeling that she was smiling a seductive smile the entire time.
"Show yourself. " he said. "I want to get a good look at you, whoever you are. Or I can have Jean come out here and read your mind and then we'll find out who you are."
"Oh, come on, Logan." The voice was exasperated. "Don't be that way! Why do you think of her? She'll never be yours. And besides, why settle for a psychic mutant…." The voice trailed off as Logan heard the a rustling, followed by a whooshing noise as a black shadow leaped off a branch of a tree, jumped over him like some sort of acrobat and landed gracefully and unharmed behind him.
When he got a good look at her, he could barely believe his eyes. Standing behind him was the most beautiful mutant girl he'd ever laid eyes on. She was tall, slender and had glorious curves; all clad in a black cat suit that clung to her like a second skin, with lovely high-heeled boots. She had long, shiny black hair, mocha colored skin, long black fingernails and amber eyes that were shaped like the eyes of a cat. It took him a minute to realize that she was the mutant who had been watching him. His jaw dropped.
Wearing a seductive smile on her lovely face, she winked at him. The next thing he heard was a loud "snikt" sound slicing through the air and the next thing she saw was that she had five adamantium claws coming out of her hands.
"…When you can have a mutant who is just like you?" she purred.
"Oh my God" he murmured, unable to think of anything else to say.
"Hello there, Logan." She purred, drawing her claws back in. "It's so nice to finally see you up close. My GOD, you're even sexier in person. You're like a living, breathing incarnation of Mars, the Roman god of war. It just makes me feel hot all over. "
"Who the fuck are you and how the fuck do you know my name?" Logan asked, finally regaining his bearings.
"Now, that's no way to speak to me, but I'll let it pass because I'm so intrigued by you." She said. "And I won't tell you how I know what I know, because then, there'll be no intrigue, no mystery. I like that sort of thing, you know."
Logan wasn't quite sure about her, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt. Besides, she made him feel weird. "Why do I get the feeling that I've been looking for you my entire life?"
"Because, we're two of a kind, you and I." She cooed seductively. "We were destined to find each other using our instincts and our heightened senses. You and I, we are so alike. We even have some of the same powers, except mine are more, well, feline than yours."
Logan didn't totally believe her, but a small part of him did. He hesitated, trying to figure out what to say.
"What's wrong, Logan?" she asked. "Why are you hesitating? You know as well as I do that I'm right. That we were meant to be. I only came back here because I sensed that you, a mutant just like me with powers just like mine, had finally come. Don't you get it? We were made for each other."
"What's your name?" He asked. "Do you have a name?"
She came as close to him as she could without having to kiss him and whispered into his ear, "My name's Anastasia Riverson, but they call me 'Tigress'. Remember it well. This won't be the last time that you hear it."
Then, she really did kiss him, right on the lips. Then, she leapt, cat-like up into the air and onto a several branches, calling, "I'll see you around, Wolverine", before she leapt out of sight.
Who was she? Logan asked himself, smitten, intrigued and interested, before he went back inside.
And from that point on, he could not get her out of his head. And he wouldn't. EVER.