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Big Mistake
He figured that this was the best time to ask the question, there was no way to know when another opportunity would come and waiting had never been his forte.
"Who is he?" he said quietly.
She bit her lower lip nervously, "Oh," her eyes lowered to her fidgeting hands. "I'd rather not tell you?"
"I know it isn't Push Pop," he prompted.
A smile crossed her lips, "No, he and I just didn't work out." She closed her eyes, "He couldn't handle the fact that I cared for you."
It was his turn to smile. "Guess I'm not high up on the guys lists 'round here, what with Bobby and Scooter."
His nose hairs began to prickle with a familiar aroma. The bars he frequented would be packed with the smell of want and arousal; it was something that once discovered could never be forgotten. The only thing was, this time he wasn't in a bar with hookers and deadbeats looking to score. This time he was at the mansion with the kid. The kid who just moments ago said she didn't care for him in that way. As much as Logan wanted to be on speaking terms with Marie, once the Wolverine in him caught that stench he could not be held at bay any longer. The Wolverine wanted to get his hands, among other things, on Rogue and there was no stopping him now.
In the blink of an eye the Wolverine had Rogue pressed painfully up against a tree, pinning her between its coarse bark and his metal-laced frame. With hands planted firmly on her waist he grinned maniacally.
"W-w-what do yah think yer doin'?" Her voice was soft and her southern accent thick. Marie's eyes were wide with confusion, fear and hurt that the Wolverine in Logan never bothered to see.
"You and I both know I have a keen sense of smell, Rogue!" His eyes flickered with the primal urge to take what was his. He pressed his body even closer to her own and she could feel his arousal against her hip. "You want me!" he whispered into her ear.
Her breath hitched and she began to squirm and writhe under his frame, but it was no use. He was just too big, too strong and too much metal for her slim form to move even an inch. "Get off!" she whimpered, tears prickling her eyes. "GET OFF!" she screamed this time.
Wolverine leaned in and planted his lips firmly against hers, soaking in the sweet taste and silky feel. His brain, although buzzing with the idea of kissing Marie, had just begun to notice that there was no pull from their touching skin when she managed to snake a leg free and knee him forcefully in the groin.
"I didn't want to hurt yah, Logan! But you hurt me first!" she bellowed at the man scrunched up in a ball at her feet. Tears were freely flowing down her scarlet tinged cheeks. She glared vehemently down at the person who she no longer considered her best friend or protector. "How dare you!" she rasped at him. Swinging around to face the doors of the school she saw the eyes of almost every youngster peering at them through the lit windows. Yet again they were the focal point and would irrefutably be the gossip story of the century.
Turning to face the writhing wolf once more she looked at the groaning pile of metal. "And for yer information, the arousal I gave off was because you brought up my fiancé in the conversation. Who just so happened to be the reason I gave you a chance tonight. He convinced me to come here, said he hoped we could be friends. That ain't going to happen now."
He gradually gained control of his labored breathing and rose to the kneeling position where Marie kicked him even harder this time, his groin still not recovered from the last blow. He growled like a wounded bear.
Marie huffed, tears no longer present in her eyes, only malice and disgust. "I didn't tell you who my fiancé was because I wanted to save your feelings but I don't care anymore." She leaned in close to his wincing face and whispered. "My fiancé is Scott!" No sooner had the words left her mouth than she was gone.
He saw red, complete and utter red, mainly due to the fact that blood is red and he wanted so badly to see One-Eye's blood. Letting out a primal roar he sprung to his feet and pummeled the tree in front of him. First with his fists, leaving no time for the cuts and scrapes to heal before new ones emerged, then with his claws. For years to come students from the school would go down to that tree and try to count the number of claw marks he made that night.
Big Mistake
He figured that this was the best time to ask the question, there was no way to know when another opportunity would come and waiting had never been his forte.
"Who is he?" he said quietly.
She bit her lower lip nervously, "Oh," her eyes lowered to her fidgeting hands. "I'd rather not tell you?"
"I know it isn't Push Pop," he prompted.
A smile crossed her lips, "No, he and I just didn't work out." She closed her eyes, "He couldn't handle the fact that I cared for you."
It was his turn to smile. "Guess I'm not high up on the guys lists 'round here, what with Bobby and Scooter."
His nose hairs began to prickle with a familiar aroma. The bars he frequented would be packed with the smell of want and arousal; it was something that once discovered could never be forgotten. The only thing was, this time he wasn't in a bar with hookers and deadbeats looking to score. This time he was at the mansion with the kid. The kid who just moments ago said she didn't care for him in that way. As much as Logan wanted to be on speaking terms with Marie, once the Wolverine in him caught that stench he could not be held at bay any longer. The Wolverine wanted to get his hands, among other things, on Rogue and there was no stopping him now.
In the blink of an eye the Wolverine had Rogue pressed painfully up against a tree, pinning her between its coarse bark and his metal-laced frame. With hands planted firmly on her waist he grinned maniacally.
"W-w-what do yah think yer doin'?" Her voice was soft and her southern accent thick. Marie's eyes were wide with confusion, fear and hurt that the Wolverine in Logan never bothered to see.
"You and I both know I have a keen sense of smell, Rogue!" His eyes flickered with the primal urge to take what was his. He pressed his body even closer to her own and she could feel his arousal against her hip. "You want me!" he whispered into her ear.
Her breath hitched and she began to squirm and writhe under his frame, but it was no use. He was just too big, too strong and too much metal for her slim form to move even an inch. "Get off!" she whimpered, tears prickling her eyes. "GET OFF!" she screamed this time.
Wolverine leaned in and planted his lips firmly against hers, soaking in the sweet taste and silky feel. His brain, although buzzing with the idea of kissing Marie, had just begun to notice that there was no pull from their touching skin when she managed to snake a leg free and knee him forcefully in the groin.
"I didn't want to hurt yah, Logan! But you hurt me first!" she bellowed at the man scrunched up in a ball at her feet. Tears were freely flowing down her scarlet tinged cheeks. She glared vehemently down at the person who she no longer considered her best friend or protector. "How dare you!" she rasped at him. Swinging around to face the doors of the school she saw the eyes of almost every youngster peering at them through the lit windows. Yet again they were the focal point and would irrefutably be the gossip story of the century.
Turning to face the writhing wolf once more she looked at the groaning pile of metal. "And for yer information, the arousal I gave off was because you brought up my fiancé in the conversation. Who just so happened to be the reason I gave you a chance tonight. He convinced me to come here, said he hoped we could be friends. That ain't going to happen now."
He gradually gained control of his labored breathing and rose to the kneeling position where Marie kicked him even harder this time, his groin still not recovered from the last blow. He growled like a wounded bear.
Marie huffed, tears no longer present in her eyes, only malice and disgust. "I didn't tell you who my fiancé was because I wanted to save your feelings but I don't care anymore." She leaned in close to his wincing face and whispered. "My fiancé is Scott!" No sooner had the words left her mouth than she was gone.
He saw red, complete and utter red, mainly due to the fact that blood is red and he wanted so badly to see One-Eye's blood. Letting out a primal roar he sprung to his feet and pummeled the tree in front of him. First with his fists, leaving no time for the cuts and scrapes to heal before new ones emerged, then with his claws. For years to come students from the school would go down to that tree and try to count the number of claw marks he made that night.