Author : Evilerk
Series: Wolverines Don't
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Notes : Sorry I'm late, my faithful readers, but RL has been a pain and I just got this idea to write this story while talking to the beautiful and talented White Witch. If you like my stuff, you'll love hers.
Evilerk: (Turning to White Witch) How was that, sweetums?
White Witch: (Blushing) Uhm, Evil One, they're still here.
Evilerk: Oh, uh, yeah (ahem)
and now on with the interlude!
#3: A HALLOWEEN INTERLUDE
"Damn, Marie, you did WHAT?!" Logan bit down on his cigar, arms crossed and tried to look upset, well, as upset as one could ever be while having a few good hours with his favorite girl – but he wasn't going to let her know that.
"I just volunteered you to help me pass out some candy to the kiddies." She paused suddenly, a strange glint in her eyes. Then with a flick of her hair, she continued again, "Well, I would have asked Bobby or Remy – "
She was interrupted immediately by a low warning growl from Wolverine. But she wasn't deterred by it. Managing a smile, she continued to tell him, "But some of the new recruits are taking the younger kids trick-a-treating. And who knows, you might actually like it!"
"Marie, what makes you think that I – "
She cut him off quickly, putting her finger over his lip. "Because, sugah, got you in my head, that's how I know." She smiled triumphantly.
Logan was about to rebut again when the bell rang. He watched as she moved away from him, greeting the kids excitedly. He had to admit she did have a way with the kids.
A few hours later, Logan found out that Marie was right. He eventually broke down, even answered the door a few times, passing the candies to the little tots. However, his attempt to flash a genuine smile didn't prove too good to the little critters. So he settled instead to just, "Here, now beat it!" Which only made Marie slap him on his arm, "Tsk, Logan, be nice."
In between the small monsters and candies, they talked like they used to. They cherished such moments because usually they were always busy. She with school and him with the Prof and missions. However, as it got later in the hour, with fewer kids haunting the place, they fell into a comfortable silence. They settled lazily on the couch – Marie with the bowl of sugary treasures on her lap and Logan, slouching against her, wiped out from the so-called volunteer work.
"So, Logan." Marie said, as she nibbled on some chocolates. "Are you going to the Prof's party later tonight?" She already knew the answer but she wanted to keep him talking – if her plan was to work.
Logan snorted. "Not really my style, Marie."
With a mocked shock on her face, she cried out, chocolate wrappers falling off her lap. "Not your style, Logan? How can this be? Dancing, drinking, music, not your style? "
"Don't start, Marie." He sighed, stretching one arm across the couch. It settled across her shoulder.
She giggled, her hand returned to digging the candy bowl. "So you're not going, huh? Well, I'm sure I'll find someone to dance with." She smiled coyly as she unwrapped a toffee.
Logan growled to himself and thought, If anyone is going to dance with her, it's going to be me! Then he realized what he had thought. He groaned inwardly. Shit, she's got me whipped and she doesn't even know it!
Marie could tell he was deep in thoughts but she continued nonetheless. "Yeah, you're right not to go, Logan. I'm sure it would be pretty boring to just sit and brood." She smiled with her eyes as she popped the toffee into her mouth.
Logan just grunted. Well, if she could see what he usually brooded about, she wouldn't be making fun of him right now. Brooding for a man such as him usually involved thinking about Marie in a less than polite way. With a flash of such thoughts, he scooted closer to her, the arm now shamelessly rubbing against her shoulder.
"Well, Marie, I would love to go but – " He tried to argue, "I don't even have a costume."
Marie's eyes suddenly gleamed with mischief. "Hmm." She pretended to think. "I'm sure I can find something for you." As she said that, she threw the bowl onto an armchair, nearly toppling its contents. Then with a crooked index finger, she gestured to him. "Follow me, sugah."
It took a little while for him to follow. For a few short seconds, he remained where he was, entranced by the sway of her hips and the wonderful things it was doing to her tight ass. It was only when the movement stopped that the spell broke. He sprinted after her to her room.
When he finally caught up to her, he asked, "So what did you have in mind, darlin'?'"
She handed him the costume and simply said, "See for yourself."
Carefully, he unfolded the costume like it was diseased. But then again, he realized this was much worse.
"Marie!" He gasped. "You want me to wear THIS?!" He doubted the scraps of cloth were enough to cover much of him. And they were very small scraps of furry cloth. He might as well not wear anything.
"Why not? It's only a caveman costume and I think you two have a lot in common. See, you can tie it over your shoulder. I even got those boots. So you'll be covered." Well, mostly, she thought to herself, already playing with his image in her head. She liked what she saw.
Logan, however, had put two and two together. "So you just happen to have these lying around, huh?"
"Well, see, I knew you wouldn't have a costume and wouldn't come to the party. So I just planned ahead!" And she gave him another one of those amazing smiles.
Logan practically melted at that. For her, he would go through fire, or in this case, a caveman costume.
Then, clearing his throat, he asked her, "SO…what about you, Marie, what's your costume going to be?"
"Why, what's a caveman ,without his cave-girl! Well, go on, don't just stare at it. Let's try it on! I want to try mine too!"
After she changed and came out from the bathroom, she let out a gasp when she saw Logan in his own glorified loincloth. Surprisingly, the small piece was holding, his, shall we say, package pretty well. If it wasn't for the strap holding it up, she doubted his package would have stayed in place. But Logan The Caveman was having a bit of a time trying to get the shoulder strap tied.
So Marie, being a good cave-girl, offered a hand. "Here, let me help you with that, sugah."
"Thanks. Wow, you look – " He swallowed hard, realizing then how tantalizing she looked in her own costume. "Great."
Great was an understatement. In just those small pieces of fur, exposing jiggling breasts and the tight ass he previously ogled, she was beyond great. Something about seeing her in fur was suddenly turning him on.
"You don't look to bad yourself, sugah." And it seemed Marie felt the same. Her hand had suddenly moved the knot down to his chest. Her fingers purposely brushed against it, grateful for a moment she was now able to control her powers.
Both didn't move for a second for suddenly it had gotten very hard to breathe. Then, absently, his arm moved to her waist, pulling her closer. He was feeling very primal now, costume and all.
"So, darlin', you want me to club you over the head and take you back to my cave?" He half-joked, yet a growl was added at the end.
Marie was about to scream YES when there was a knock at the door. "Rogue, are you in there? I just wanted to know if I can borrow some safety pins."
"Uhm, sure, Jean, just a sec!" Reluctantly she let go of her caveman. And he regretted the lost of touch too but the knocks on the door was getting louder. Quickly she grabbed for the pins.
Marie opened the door to see Little Bo Peep, or Jean dressed like her. "Here, the pins. Hey, nice costume!" She complimented, slightly amused at the childish red braids on Jean.
"Yeah, you too! Thanks for the pins. They should keep Scott's collars on."
Marie looked at her puzzled. But Jean just smiled back at her.
"Scott, come on out and show Rogue your costume!" Jean yelled to the supply room opposite Marie's room.
"NO! I'm not coming out!" Came the muffled voice.
"Too late, Scott, you promised."
There was a curse and then a distinct jingling of bells. And then finally, Scott – brave, heroic, dashing, leader Scott – emerged…in a lamb costume!
Marie tried her hardest not to laugh, but she was failing badly. And Logan, hearing his girl laughed so hard, became curious. He dared to come out of the room in the caveman gear. But when he saw the spectacle before him – a huge cloud of white wool covering Scott's crotch, a small bell on his neck, woolly shoes to fit and with a tail wagging – he almost split his sides.
"Hey, One Eye – " Something insulting was about to come out from his mouth. "Ooooffff!" But Marie elbowed him in the ribs.
"Logan, behave yourself! Go finish gettin' ready." Already, she was shoving him back to her room. But then, she added in a whisper, "I'll make it worth your while."
Logan raised his eyebrow at that but not without a mocked pout. "Aww, Marie, you ne'er let me have any fun."
But when she gave him a look again, reluctantly, the caveman grunted back into her room.
Scott mouthed a "Thank You" and jingled away, his tail wagging behind him.
Then Jean turned back to Marie and said, "Boy, do we have our men whipped or what?"
They both giggled. Then they proceeded to talk about Logan's costume. They must have spent at least five minutes swooning over his chest alone. And they were about to go for more when suddenly they were interrupted by a shout. Soon they heard Scott yelling at Jubilee that he wasn't for riding.
Jean just rolled her eyes, excusing herself. "Well, Rogue, gotta go. Little Bo Peep gotta find her lost sheep." Then with a yell to Scott, "Ok, ok, I'm coming!"
Marie laughed as she closed the door. But the laughter was cut short when she realized Logan staring at her. He looked pissed.
"DAMMIT, Marie, chances like that only come along once in a lifetime! And for me, that's a LONG time!" He growled.
"Please, Logan, I think he...heee…has…hahah!" She broke out in fits of laughter. The laughter was contagious as Logan soon joined her. Yet amidst her laughter, she tried to tell him, "And…Jub – Jubilee...was riding him!" She felt her knees starting to give way, starting to lose her balance. Luckily, Logan was there as she fell – right into his arms. He was always alert around his girl. Just a precautionary measure, he told himself.
But as she was still laughing in his arms, he, however, was now admiring her breasts heaving in her tight costume. He just stared at her. He wondered when did she get so beautiful.
His silence made her stop laughing. Her cheeks soon grew hot when she realized Logan was staring at her. Her heart tripled its beat when he decided to move closer to her. Suddenly she realized the closeness of the man to her. She felt his hot breath on her cheeks.
"So..." Logan said in a low tone. "I think you said something about owing me one."
"I believe I owe you more that that, sugah. What you did just now was above and beyond the call. So I suppose I can give you your treat a lil early tonight." She moved in to kiss him.
Logan's breath caught in his chest as Marie's lips met his. What was supposed to be a quick peck, suddenly became hot and heavy. Logan's tongue entered through her full lips and met hers. She let out a whimper when their hot tongues touched, sliding and gliding against each other. Satisfied with her permission, Logan then moved away from the lips, trailing his kisses down to her neck. Then without warning, he started kissing, nibbling and lapping on her neck..
"Lo – ohh – gan…we...have..we…shouldn't...party." It was making her babble.
"Mmm." She let out a low moan as his hand found her breast. No, she thought, I was oooohh...supposed..to...to – "Logan, yes, right there!" - be in control. She had to focus. But Logan always had this power over her and he knew it. So he exploited it as best as he could.
But Marie had plans. Well, big guy, time to take the initiative. Her hands suddenly moved to undo his shoulder strap. Easily, his whole costume fell to the floor. She moaned as she felt his naked hardness press against her stomach. He wasn't the sort to wear underwear. This only made her eager as she felt the hot skin against hers. Gracefully, she moved her hands down his hard, hairy chest, caressing it until she was satisfied. Then down to his sculptured stomach and then…even lower.
"Marie…" He growled warningly.
But her hand found him instantly. She found it, hard and hot. Lightly, her fingers brushed up and down his shaft, stroking him slowly.
"Marie…" He warned again. But this time it was a breathless whisper.
"Mmm, you like that, sugah?" Her fingers around his length, measuring him up. He was a good size.
"Y – yeah." A harsh breath from him. "Oh God, say...it again."
Marie smiled to herself. "You like the way I touch you....SUGAH?" The fingers now gripped him a little tighter, stroking him again.
Logan tried to speak but a grunt was all he could muster.
"I can't hear you, Logan. Do you want me to stop, sugah?" And she did stop, waiting for him to answer.
Logan's face contorted in what looked like he was trying to speak.
"If you don't say anything, Logan, I'm going to stop." She kissed his cheek before giving him a small bite to his neck.
"No." He whispered weakly. "No...don't stop."
Marie looked deeply into his eyes. "Very good, sugah. Well then, you deserve another treat." She said as she got down on her knees.
"Marie..." He whispered, his eyes shut tight in anticipation.
She looked up at him again and replied to his plea. "Logan, look at me."
He obeyed. And slowly, she moved her tongue across the tip of his hardened rod.
"Mari – Oooohh God! That...feels...so good, baby!" He nearly buckled under the intense heat of her tongue.
"You ain't seen nothing yet."
And she showed him. Holding his shaft up, she licked the underside of it, icking it till its hilt, nearly making his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Then softly she kissed his balls, making him whimper. Then that soft tongue slithered back to his length, her head bopping as she moved him in and out of her mouth. In response, he moved his hands into her hair. They stayed there as he held on to her for dear life. She was overloading his senses. And yet Marie moved to take more of him into her mouth.
"Mmm...mmmph." Was all he could hear as Marie took his whole length in. The noise she was making was making him rock hard.
A growl died at the back of his throat as he threw his head back, shutting his eyes tightly. His senses were on overdrive now.
"Marie..so...good...ohhh..ahhh!"
And Marie was getting just as hot from sucking Logan off. One hand strayed under her furry panties. She thrilled at how wet she was. Then with the same rhythm as his thrusts into her mouth, she pumped two fingers into her wet center. With those wonderful noises he was making, she was pretty close to coming herself. So she decided to pick up the pace, really starting to move on him now.
"Mar...MA...ah...ohhh..ahhh...Marie. I'm...Mmm…commming!"
She felt the sudden strong spurt of hot liquid into her mouth. For a moment, it made her gag but eventually she swallowed the liquid, never stopping as she suckled him. She wouldn't stop until she too came hard, dripping her own wetness onto her hand.
Both fell together on the floor, breathless and sweating.
"Marie....that was – "
"Yeah – " She too was overwhelmed. "It was, Logan." She licked her lips.
"Marie." He whispered, caressing her cheeks. He pulled her closer, embracing her. Even without saying it, he knew Marie would know how grateful he was to have her, how deep his feelings went for her.
"Looks like we gonna be late for the party, sugah." She rested her head comfortably against his shoulder.
"Well, " Logan replied. "We might be even later." He kissed the top of her head.
"Why?" She looked up, actually curious.
"Easy, darlin', 'cause now it's time to give you MY treat." He answered with a wicked grin as he pulled a blanket over them.
End of Part 3©2004, Evilerk, h t t p : burn.at / atouchofevil