Yoga Class
Beep-beep-beep-beep…
"What the hell?" John started to complain. "5:55 am! Bobby, your brain frostbit?"
"I told you last night we had to get up early," Bobby said groggily. "Trust me."
"Oh, yeah. Something about the girls and Yogurt," John said sleepily.
"Not yogurt, Nimrod, Yoga," Bobby said with a chuckle as he dragged himself out of bed.
"And that is important why?" John asked as he pulled his jeans on.
"Half a dozen hot girls in skimpy exercise outfits doing all sorts of interesting stretches," Bobby explained, a little annoyed. "One plus one equals…"
"Shut up Numnuts," John said with a hint of irritation. Stupid sissy-ass Ice-for-brains.
They both stopped the early morning name calling as they heard the girls go down the hall, whispering and giggling. They waited for them to head down the stairs and then crept down the hall to the window. The window had the perfect view of the patio and Rogue's Yoga Class. By the time they got there, Jamie, Peter, and several others were already waiting for the early morning show.
"Are we all set? Got your mats arranged with a little elbow room?" Rogue asked. "Great. Let's begin our routine today with a Standing Sun pose." The girls all followed as she stretched her arms to the sides, then up, then forward…
"Ouch, my back popped!" Jubilee complained. "Remind me again why we're doing this?"
"It's healthy exercise," Kitty said.
"The boys are watching," Siryn said.
"Kama Sutra, page 127, positions three and four," Rogue said with a wicked grin.
That comment elicited wicked laughter from the whole group.
"All right, Windmill pose," Rogue said, bringing the group back to the Yoga poses.
Rogue went through her routine, and finally got to the pose that steamed up the second story window. "All right, its time for the Bridge Pose, come on girls, stretch…" They all were on their backs with their feet flat and their knees up. Then they lifted their hips off the floor and arched their backs.
"Hold it, and breathe slowly," Rogue said. "Okay, gently lower yourself to the floor, okay breathe and lift…" They repeated the stretch three more times before their cool down stretches.
"Okay, Numnuts, you're forgiven for the alarm," John said in a shaky voice. That had to be the hottest display he had ever seen.
"So, guys, who are we all watching?" Jamie asked.
"Does it really matter?" John asked incredulously.
"Kitty," Peter said.
"Rogue," Bobby said.
"You're a blithering idiot, Bobby. You won't live through the day if Switchblade hears that," John said bitterly. He was watching her too, but wouldn't say it out loud. He wasn't stupid.
Then they watched the last and best stretch, the …er sexy thrusting one. There was nothing but sighs, groans and awe from the guys.
"That's obscene!" Jamie said.
"I'll take some of that," John said appreciatively.
"Oh, yeah, just like that," Bobby said.
"MmmmmHmmmmm!" Peter said.
Logan was coming back from an early walk in the woods, but stayed hidden when he saw the class. He was in shock. What the hell… Marie, Yoga? Damn. I should be careful what I go wishing for. Legal soon. Must wait. Ugh! Ten days. Damn girl, you're flexible. Logan get a grip. Must wait, must wait… Wait a minute, what the hell are those boys doing standing in the window?
"Awww! Class over!" Jamie said dejectedly.
"Oh hey, we gotta get out of the hall before they see us!" Bobby said with a hint of panic.
The boys faces were all flushed, their breathing a little labored, and their jeans a little tight. Definitely time to disappear and shower. So they did.
Breakfast was strangely quiet, except for the sound of Logan screeching a claw on his plate as he used it to cut the slice of ham that sat next to his scrambled eggs. He glared at the table of guilty looking boys through the entire meal. It didn't matter who they were looking at, it annoyed him. He finished up, and carried his tray by the girls' table.
"Find yourself a more private location for your class," he said a bit more harshly than he intended. "You made whatever point you wanted to make, so show time is over." Logan glared at the whole group. They were all in on it, whatever 'it' was. He cocked a brow at Rogue who flashed him an innocent smile. He let out an annoyed sigh and stalked away.
"Chica, ten days," Jubilee said brightly.
"Ten days what?" Siryn asked.
"Rogue will be eighteen and legal," Kitty said.
"Oh, that's funny. In New York, girls are legal at seventeen," Siryn said cackling.
Logan stopped dead in his tracks. What did she say? He turned around to look at Rogue and was met by the expectant stare of the whole group. He cocked a brow and let a very wicked smile cross his face.
Rogue just gulped, and blushed.
They all watched Logan leave.
"Damn, girl," Jubilee said as she stared at Logan's behind.
"Well, good luck with that," Kitty said.
"Thanks," Rogue said sarcastically. What now?