Logan pulled into the garage with a screech and Storm bolted out of the
ruby red Viper and ran into the mansion. Although he didn't really know
why, Logan was running too, close at Storm's heels but only because she had
had a head start. Her first instinct was to go to Charles's office, but
when she looked over her shoulder, Logan was frozen in his spot, head
cocked to the side as if he were listening intently.
"What is it?" Storm asked but Logan held up a to silence her. "I thought I heard laughter" He said. "This is a school Logan, the students are allowed to laugh". He gave her a look like made her shut her mouth and took a few steps forwards and past her. "Charles's laugh," He said slowly "And a woman's, I don't recognize it" He kept his head tilted slightly and paused at a closed door and stopped again. Though Storm knew that he had amazing animal instincts, he still fascinated her. "They're in here" He said and opened the door.
Of course he was right. When the door opened they saw Charles sitting in the sleek black wheelchair talking casually with Abby, who had changed from her white doctors coat into bone colored slacks and a rose and cream top that accent the delicateness of her features. "Ah," Charles said when they walked into the room. "Dr.Hudson, I want to introduce you to Logan Hill, I believe that you already met Storm" Abby smiled up at them and did a quick inspection of Logan. Dark, manly, mysterious and a little dangerous. She instantly liked him.
"Yes, we've met," She said and turned her peacock blue eyes on to Logan. "But I didn't meet you, I would have remembered" Her unpainted yet purely feminine lips curled into a smile. She was summing him up and with any other woman it would have bothered him, but with the innocent exterior, it made him rise to the challenge, he could tell that she obviously wasn't as innocent as she looked. "Do I meet your expectations?" He asked with a sinister smile. "No," Abby said and held his gaze. "You've passed them" He laughed, he had to.
"I like this one Charlie" He said to Charles over Abby's shoulder. "Glad you do" Charles said and added. "Then you can help Dr.Hudson with her bags" Logan looked surprised. "You're staying?" He asked as he looked down at the two black leather bags. "For a little while, that's not a problem is it?" She said, tilting her face up to Logan so her hair fall down her back like a golden rose waterfall. "Not a problem for me"
He hefted up her bags that she had loaded with clothes and her medical supplies as if they weighed nothing. "Take her to the empty bedroom on the third floor, 6 on the left" Charles said and Logan nodded, motioning for Abby to follow him. As they started on the stairs, Logan looked over his shoulder to look at her intently. "What?" She asked. "It's your face" Her eyes shifted nervously she Logan grinned. "Don't get me wrong, you have a great face, but your features shouldn't go together" She let him leave it at that for now, as they finished the flights of stairs and approached the sixth door on the left.
He managed to turn the knob with an elbow and stood back to let Abby in first. "This is perfect" She sighed and grinned at Logan. "So tell me what you mean by my features shouldn't go together?" She said as she settled on the bed with fluffy merlot color blankets. "Well," He said as he walked closer to the bed and captured her chin in his hand as he tilted it back to get a better look at it. He had expected that she would pull her head away like any other woman would have done, but she kept it still and met his steady gaze.
"First it's your skin," He said as he ran the tip of his free hand over her alabaster skin. "It's almost to soft. Then it's your eyes," He said as he stared into them intently. "Too wide and innocent and perfectly framed by these" He said as he examined her long dark gold eyelashes. "Then there is your mouth," He said as he lowered his mouth to hers and top an experimenting nip on her full lower lip. "Much too tasty" He murmured and Abby let the little tremors run their course. "Last there is your body," He said as he lifted her up from the bed by her hips.
"Yes," He said as tilted his head. "You try to cover it up with the soft colors and doctor coats, but there's nothing innocent about it" His hands were still on her hips as she wound her arms around his neck and played her fingers lightly over the back of it. "I don't think that there's anything innocent about you actually" He said as he lowered his mouth till it was a breath away from hers. "Why don't you kiss me and find out" She said as she rose on her tiptoes and their lips met.
It was like fighting fire with fire. Their mouths were equally as hot and selfish. Tongues entangled and tremors ran through the both of them. When they broke apart, Logan was nearly panting like a dog and Abby was trying her best to keep from jumping him. "Well," She said breathlessly and did her best to smile at him. "Since I'm going to be here for a while, I suppose that it's best that we got that out of our systems early" Logan's smile was almost predatory. "Oh you'll be staying for a while, but I'm far from getting it out of my system" As if to prove his point, he swooped down and captured her mouth in another ruthless kiss, "And apparently it's still in yours" He said with a sly smile.
She shoved playfully at his hard shoulders. "You're a jerk Logan Hill" She said with a laugh and picked up her bags that had been discarded on the glossy sandy brown floor. "I'm the kind of jerk you know you love Abby Hudson" He said and his smile only widened when Abby gave him the finger with a cheeky grin. "Why that's not very professional of you Doctor" He said and turned to leave the room. He winked at him and she blew him a saucy kiss.
Laughing to no one but herself, she tugged her bags onto the bed and she began to unpack. Once the clothes were neatly folded on the racks, she padded into the connecting bathroom and sighed with satisfaction. It was a huge change from the dingy bathroom she had in her apartment in Hoboken that were just a few blocks away from the hospital. The tiles were the color of rich strawberry ice cream and a wide mirror stretched across the white ceramic sink. She set out her shampoo and make up she had brought and looked into the mirror.
Her fair skin was now carrying a rosy blush that was brought on by Logan's last kiss. Thinking of him made Abby smile. He was something like Jamie in the sense that he didn't beat around the bush, but Jamie was more one for soft candlelight and tender words. Abby supposed she wasn't the type of woman who needed those things, though receiving them once in a while wasn't a horrible thing to have to endure.
She ran a sapphire backed silver brush through her long silky hair to chase out the tangles that Logan's roaming hands had caused. She was humming happily to herself when there was a knock at her door and she took her time to answer it. She smiled when she saw that it was Storm. She pulled the door open to let her in. "Hey," Storm said as she walked in and pouted prettily. "You're lucky, you got one of the nice rooms. Anyway that's not why I'm here, Charles wanted me to tell you that dinner tonight is at 7 in the dining hall, it's just across from the place that you were talking to him today"
Abby nodded. "Thanks. I'll be ready then" She put the brush down on the bed "How many more people are living here?" She asked. Storm seemed to ponder the question. "I'm not sure, a lot," She said with a bright smile. "I'll send Wolverine up around 7 to escort you, but it's kind of pointless as he's always late himself" Abby was confused. "Who's Wolverine?" She asked. Storm stared at her for a moment then laughed. "Logan. Wolverine is his mutant name. We all have them, you do too" Abby shrugged a shoulder; all this was very new to her.
"And yours is Storm?" She asked a little uncertainly. "Yes, then there is Cyclopes, Rogue and Iceman, you've met Cyclopes, he was the one at the hospital with us" Abby's skin paled just a little. "Oh yes," She said. "The man with the beam" At this Storm laughed. "Oh he'd love to hear that. He's been here the longest out of us, he was one of the first among Alicia Fox and Jamie Isaacs" At the sound of Jamie's name, Abby suddenly jolted.
"Did you say Jamie Isaacs?" She asked. Storm nodded, watching Abby. "What was his.uh. mutant name thing?" "Forge, he can transform, take people's identities. Charles says yours is Draca" Abby shrugged a shoulder. "I wouldn't really know. What does Draca mean anyway?" Storm was silent for a moment before she said. "It's Latin, 'Draco' is a male dragon, 'Draca is female. That's why you can spit fire"
"Is there a way to control it so if I'm kissing a guy I don't burn his tongue off?" She said, thinking of Logan. "The professor can teach you ways how. Don't forget dinner and 7 in the dining hall and if Logan doesn't show up then we can kick his ass later. See you" Storm said as she walked out the door. When Abby stepped into the icy spray of the shower she had started, she was thinking about Logan's ass, but it didn't involve kicking.
"What is it?" Storm asked but Logan held up a to silence her. "I thought I heard laughter" He said. "This is a school Logan, the students are allowed to laugh". He gave her a look like made her shut her mouth and took a few steps forwards and past her. "Charles's laugh," He said slowly "And a woman's, I don't recognize it" He kept his head tilted slightly and paused at a closed door and stopped again. Though Storm knew that he had amazing animal instincts, he still fascinated her. "They're in here" He said and opened the door.
Of course he was right. When the door opened they saw Charles sitting in the sleek black wheelchair talking casually with Abby, who had changed from her white doctors coat into bone colored slacks and a rose and cream top that accent the delicateness of her features. "Ah," Charles said when they walked into the room. "Dr.Hudson, I want to introduce you to Logan Hill, I believe that you already met Storm" Abby smiled up at them and did a quick inspection of Logan. Dark, manly, mysterious and a little dangerous. She instantly liked him.
"Yes, we've met," She said and turned her peacock blue eyes on to Logan. "But I didn't meet you, I would have remembered" Her unpainted yet purely feminine lips curled into a smile. She was summing him up and with any other woman it would have bothered him, but with the innocent exterior, it made him rise to the challenge, he could tell that she obviously wasn't as innocent as she looked. "Do I meet your expectations?" He asked with a sinister smile. "No," Abby said and held his gaze. "You've passed them" He laughed, he had to.
"I like this one Charlie" He said to Charles over Abby's shoulder. "Glad you do" Charles said and added. "Then you can help Dr.Hudson with her bags" Logan looked surprised. "You're staying?" He asked as he looked down at the two black leather bags. "For a little while, that's not a problem is it?" She said, tilting her face up to Logan so her hair fall down her back like a golden rose waterfall. "Not a problem for me"
He hefted up her bags that she had loaded with clothes and her medical supplies as if they weighed nothing. "Take her to the empty bedroom on the third floor, 6 on the left" Charles said and Logan nodded, motioning for Abby to follow him. As they started on the stairs, Logan looked over his shoulder to look at her intently. "What?" She asked. "It's your face" Her eyes shifted nervously she Logan grinned. "Don't get me wrong, you have a great face, but your features shouldn't go together" She let him leave it at that for now, as they finished the flights of stairs and approached the sixth door on the left.
He managed to turn the knob with an elbow and stood back to let Abby in first. "This is perfect" She sighed and grinned at Logan. "So tell me what you mean by my features shouldn't go together?" She said as she settled on the bed with fluffy merlot color blankets. "Well," He said as he walked closer to the bed and captured her chin in his hand as he tilted it back to get a better look at it. He had expected that she would pull her head away like any other woman would have done, but she kept it still and met his steady gaze.
"First it's your skin," He said as he ran the tip of his free hand over her alabaster skin. "It's almost to soft. Then it's your eyes," He said as he stared into them intently. "Too wide and innocent and perfectly framed by these" He said as he examined her long dark gold eyelashes. "Then there is your mouth," He said as he lowered his mouth to hers and top an experimenting nip on her full lower lip. "Much too tasty" He murmured and Abby let the little tremors run their course. "Last there is your body," He said as he lifted her up from the bed by her hips.
"Yes," He said as tilted his head. "You try to cover it up with the soft colors and doctor coats, but there's nothing innocent about it" His hands were still on her hips as she wound her arms around his neck and played her fingers lightly over the back of it. "I don't think that there's anything innocent about you actually" He said as he lowered his mouth till it was a breath away from hers. "Why don't you kiss me and find out" She said as she rose on her tiptoes and their lips met.
It was like fighting fire with fire. Their mouths were equally as hot and selfish. Tongues entangled and tremors ran through the both of them. When they broke apart, Logan was nearly panting like a dog and Abby was trying her best to keep from jumping him. "Well," She said breathlessly and did her best to smile at him. "Since I'm going to be here for a while, I suppose that it's best that we got that out of our systems early" Logan's smile was almost predatory. "Oh you'll be staying for a while, but I'm far from getting it out of my system" As if to prove his point, he swooped down and captured her mouth in another ruthless kiss, "And apparently it's still in yours" He said with a sly smile.
She shoved playfully at his hard shoulders. "You're a jerk Logan Hill" She said with a laugh and picked up her bags that had been discarded on the glossy sandy brown floor. "I'm the kind of jerk you know you love Abby Hudson" He said and his smile only widened when Abby gave him the finger with a cheeky grin. "Why that's not very professional of you Doctor" He said and turned to leave the room. He winked at him and she blew him a saucy kiss.
Laughing to no one but herself, she tugged her bags onto the bed and she began to unpack. Once the clothes were neatly folded on the racks, she padded into the connecting bathroom and sighed with satisfaction. It was a huge change from the dingy bathroom she had in her apartment in Hoboken that were just a few blocks away from the hospital. The tiles were the color of rich strawberry ice cream and a wide mirror stretched across the white ceramic sink. She set out her shampoo and make up she had brought and looked into the mirror.
Her fair skin was now carrying a rosy blush that was brought on by Logan's last kiss. Thinking of him made Abby smile. He was something like Jamie in the sense that he didn't beat around the bush, but Jamie was more one for soft candlelight and tender words. Abby supposed she wasn't the type of woman who needed those things, though receiving them once in a while wasn't a horrible thing to have to endure.
She ran a sapphire backed silver brush through her long silky hair to chase out the tangles that Logan's roaming hands had caused. She was humming happily to herself when there was a knock at her door and she took her time to answer it. She smiled when she saw that it was Storm. She pulled the door open to let her in. "Hey," Storm said as she walked in and pouted prettily. "You're lucky, you got one of the nice rooms. Anyway that's not why I'm here, Charles wanted me to tell you that dinner tonight is at 7 in the dining hall, it's just across from the place that you were talking to him today"
Abby nodded. "Thanks. I'll be ready then" She put the brush down on the bed "How many more people are living here?" She asked. Storm seemed to ponder the question. "I'm not sure, a lot," She said with a bright smile. "I'll send Wolverine up around 7 to escort you, but it's kind of pointless as he's always late himself" Abby was confused. "Who's Wolverine?" She asked. Storm stared at her for a moment then laughed. "Logan. Wolverine is his mutant name. We all have them, you do too" Abby shrugged a shoulder; all this was very new to her.
"And yours is Storm?" She asked a little uncertainly. "Yes, then there is Cyclopes, Rogue and Iceman, you've met Cyclopes, he was the one at the hospital with us" Abby's skin paled just a little. "Oh yes," She said. "The man with the beam" At this Storm laughed. "Oh he'd love to hear that. He's been here the longest out of us, he was one of the first among Alicia Fox and Jamie Isaacs" At the sound of Jamie's name, Abby suddenly jolted.
"Did you say Jamie Isaacs?" She asked. Storm nodded, watching Abby. "What was his.uh. mutant name thing?" "Forge, he can transform, take people's identities. Charles says yours is Draca" Abby shrugged a shoulder. "I wouldn't really know. What does Draca mean anyway?" Storm was silent for a moment before she said. "It's Latin, 'Draco' is a male dragon, 'Draca is female. That's why you can spit fire"
"Is there a way to control it so if I'm kissing a guy I don't burn his tongue off?" She said, thinking of Logan. "The professor can teach you ways how. Don't forget dinner and 7 in the dining hall and if Logan doesn't show up then we can kick his ass later. See you" Storm said as she walked out the door. When Abby stepped into the icy spray of the shower she had started, she was thinking about Logan's ass, but it didn't involve kicking.