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Chapter 3 – Something wicked…
Saturday Night, The Institute, Late Evening
A tall boy walked silently down the girl's dorm hall, clad in just his kilt. In his arms was a slumbering red headed girl dressed in a tank top and soccer shorts, her unconscious hand dreamily playing through the short thick fur on his chest.
Mally looked down at Rahne. 'Poor dingo… she zonked out during the end the movie we was watchin'. Sure is cute when she's snoozin' though…' he thought, smiling.
Earlier that day, some of the students started a pick-up game of baseball. Due to a lack of players, the teams had been picked 'unevenly'; with Rahne in her wolf form playing the entire outfield for one team. Her canine speed and agility helped her, but all the running had wore her out.
He reached Rahne's bedroom door. Shifting the girl in his arms gently, he reached down to turn the knob, pushing the portal open with his foot. Inside, Rahne's room was neat as usual. Mally placed her down on one side of her bed, and turned down the blankets on the other side. He picked the little girl up again, placing her on the soft sheets, pulling the top sheet up over her body. He sat on the edge of the bed beside her, running a finger lightly down her rosy cheek, grinning.
Mally thought back to earlier that week, when he had told Rahne of his new 'power', and how it may have affected their relationship. The bright-eyed Scottish girl had thought it over for a second.
"Doesn't matter, rabbit," she had said, "I liked ye the first time I saw ye, and ye dint know I existed yet." She smirked at him. "Can't git rid of me that way, ya big goon!" she laughed, hugging him.
Mally smiled at the memory. Sighing happily, he leaned down to kiss his sleeping girlfriend good night. He planted a chaste kiss on her pink lips, not wanting to wake her.
"mmmm…" she moaned softly. Her lips parted, and she took his bottom lip in, nibbling softly. Her hand reached up to the back of his neck, pulling him down into the kiss, her other hand pushing at his waist, her legs curling around his torso, until their bodies were 'in the position'.
Mally smiled inside, returning the kiss as it deepened, 'letting' his body be moved by his girl. He broke the kiss, looking down at Rahne, her eyes still closed, a secret smile on her face.
"You faker…" he kidded, nuzzling into her neck, panting little baby kisses there.
"Nah… if anybody asks, I'll say ye 'pushed' me ta sleep so ye could get me up here ta take advantage of my poor, frail body…" she pouted, eyes still shut.
Mally's body stiffened, his head rising. She felt him tense up on top of her.
"Just foolin', ya silly rabbit…" she smiled, opening her eyes, looking up into his. "Now gimme another smootchie before I 'push' ye out me window…"
"Dang dingo…" He groaned. "Quit pullin' my leg like that. Ya know this whole 'empathy' bit gives me the creeps…"
"Oh, get over it, man o'mine," Rahne quipped, "besides, I don't think ye have ever 'pushed' me, nor will ya ever have to. Especially not fer our… times together."
"I dunno, dingo, if I made you feel how I'm feelin' right now, we'd be in trouble gal." He answered, nuzzling her neck again.
"Ya think?" she purred, tilting her head to let him kiss all over her neck. "I don't think ye could make me feel any more randy than I already do…"
She let a hand stray down Mally's side, loving the texture of the soft fur on his body. Mally shuddered at the touch, a very slight grunt escaping his lips. He lifted his head up, which caused his lower body to press into Rahne. His excitement was obvious.
"You better watch it, sheila. Logan'll be walking the halls in a couple of hours. If he smells us getting' 'funky', he'll kill me…" Mally stated, frowning.
"He isn't gonna smell anything Mally; besides I don't think it would take us a couple hours to…" she replied, a 'wicked' grin widening.
"To what?" Mally wondered. "For us to what, dingo?"
Rahne looked Mally in the eye. "I don't know what Mally… but I do have an idea. Come with me…"
She squirmed out from under Mally, getting out of bed.
"Come on, rabbit, follow me…" she said, heading to the bathroom door.
Mally followed, wondering what was up. They entered the bath, Rahne locking the door behind her. She then locked the bathroom door that led to the hall, and also the door that led into Jubes room, her 'next door neighbor'. She turned to face Mally in the dark.
"Ok, we're locked in the bathroom. That won't stop Logan; he'll just bust it down-" Mally stated, stopping abruptly as Rahne's hand covered his mouth.
"Get in the shower, Mally. If by some chance Logan does come by, I'll tell him I'm taking a shower, and I've got one of yer t-shirts in here ta sleep in after. He… won't ask about any other 'smells' if he thinks I'm alone, get it?" she smiled.
"I don't know, luv, it's still kinda risky…" Mally frowned.
"So, you don't want ta take a shower with me…?" she replied, suggestively batting her eyes.
"Right, then…" Mally quickly stated, moving to turn on the shower. As the steam started to roll out of the tub, he turned to her.
"I… uh, gotta take my kilt off…" he mumbled, looking at Rahne with a goofy grin.
She grinned. "So…?" she asked, beginning to giggle shyly.
"Yeah…well, at least turn out the lights, OK?" Mally asked.
Rahne reached over and flipped the light switch. Mally, his eyes being good in the dark, could still she her plainly, standing in front of him. He didn't know how well she could see in the dark.
'Oh well…' he thought, unlacing his kilt, letting it drop. He was left with nothing on but his boxers. He paused, his thumb in the waistband of his drawers. He could feel heat rising to his face; his breath quickened.
Sliding his underwear down quickly, he turned and jumped into the shower, pulling the curtain halfway closed.
Rahne had to lean against the counter; she was laughing hard, albeit quietly.
"You are too cute, laddie…" she giggled.
"Right, right…" Mally smirked. "Well, what are ya waitin' for girl? Git in here…" he said ducking behind the curtain.
Mally stood under the falling water, waiting. 'Well, apparently dingo can see well enough in the dark…' he mused.
Rahne stood outside the tub. Her grin faltered somewhat.
'Well, lass, ye got yerself in here, like ya wanted…' she thought, biting her lip.
Mally spoke from behind the shower curtain. "Ya comin' Rahne? …we…can stop if ya want…"
"No…" she replied. "I want this Mally. Be right there…"
She pulled off her tank top, followed by her bra. Then she shimmied out of her shorts, standing there in her panties. She turned around to the mirror, looking at herself.
'Jest remember ta keep yer wits about ya, lassie. Now go, he's waiting for ye…'
Turning, she lowered her bikinis to the ground. Nodding, she started to the tub.
SaturdayNight, NYC, outside the Parkers Apartment'Seems like the Parker girls are alright…' thought Logan. He had come to the city to check in on MJ and Aunt May as he promised Peter. He pulled out his cell phone, dialing the Institute. Ororo picked up, saying hello.
"Hey 'Ro. I'm almost finished up here in the city. I just wanted to let ya'll know I'll be back in about an hour and a half; I wanna run the streets a bit, ya know, maybe help Webs out or sumthin'." He said, telling a 'white lie' to cover Peter's identity, which was still a secret to Ororo. "All the rugrats OK?"
"Yes, Logan, they are fine. Any trouble in the city tonight?" Ororo asked.
Logan smirked. "Hopefully. I gotta 'itch' I need to scratch…"
Ororo smiled on the other end of the connection. She knew Logan was referring to his fondness for scuffles, but decided to play him along.
"Why, Logan, I don't think the females of New York city are ready for a feral mutant hunter to be unleashed upon them. Do you have any protection?" she asked.
"Uh…well, ah I wasn't talkin' about that, 'Ro, ya see-" he stammered.
"I know exactly what you were talking about, Logan…" she replied. "What did you think I meant?"
"Uh, nothin'. Ferget it, doll. I'll see ya after a while." Logan quickly ended the call.
Back at the Institute, Ororo giggled.
'That was so mean…' she thought, smiling. 'I shall have to do something nice for him to make up for it…'
Back at The InstituteMally watched as one lean leg slowly stepped into the tub. He knew very well what would follow. He spun about, sticking his face under the shower head.
Rahne stepped into the shower. She saw Mally, turned around, his head in the shower streams. She smiled to herself. She was nervous as hell, but maybe not as nervous as Mally. That made her feel better.
"Rabbit…" she breathed, reaching out to touch his waist. She studied his bottom like there was going to be a test.
When her hand touched him, he turned around fast, facing her, his eyes scrunched shut. He shook his head lightly.
Rahne smiled again. "…silly rabbit, open up yer eyes…" she toned. She placed her other hand on his waist, moving towards him. She was trying not to look down, but failing.
"Oh my God, it's moving…" she whispered, wonder in her voice.
Mally looked her right in the eye. "What's moving? What are you talkin' about…" he noticed she kept glancing towards his unit, which was… changing. He smiled sheepishly.
"Ah, yeah, he does that…when he's… happy…" he stammered, trying to explain.
"I know that, silly." Rahne said. "I jest ain't never… seen…"
She stopped, looking up at Mally. "It's ok…I like it." She smiled.
Mally smiled back at her, his brain relaxing somewhat. "Ah, thanks…ah, well, so…?" he mumbled, unsure of what to do next.
"Mally, you've yet ta look at me… do you not …like me?" Rahne smirked, stepping back from him so he could look.
He looked. My, yes, he looked. Gawked. Drooled. Stared.
"Do ye want me ta turn about for ya?" she asked, slowly turning.
Mally leaned up against the ceramic wall, his knees weak. Amid all the water and steam, his mouth grew dry as the desert.
There was a sprinkling of moonlight coming through the small round window above the shower. It reflected off of her ivory skin, making Rahne glow like a pixie. Water ran down her petite body, running in rivulets, covering every inch of her form. Her hair got damp, and she reached up to slick it back, the feminine movement causing Mally's breath to catch. In 'slow-motion', a sole droplet of water ran down between her shoulder and neck, over her breast, then fell off the tip of her nipple, and he watched it fall all the way to the tub floor.
"Well…?" she asked, slight smile on her face.
"Well. You're…it's like I never saw anything before. Like I've been blind. Just like heaven." Mally whispered. "Thank you. I mean it Rahne, thank you."
She beamed at him. "Thank ye, rabbit…" she said, moving close to him again.
"Careful, luv…" Mally said, motioning 'down', as she put her arms around him.
"I'm not gonna hurt ye boy…" Rahne giggled.
"No, dingo, not that. If you touch it right now…ah, somethin' might…happen." Mally shyly admitted. "Just the sight of… you is drivin' me bonzer."
Rahne smiled wider. "Even with just a hug?" she said, moving in.
Mally quickly reached down, adjusting everything 'upwards' as Rahne came into contact. He then put his arms around her, pulling her in close. "Can we just stay like this for a minute, luv?"
"Sure, rabbit…" she sighed. "We can stay like this forever…"
"Fine by me," Mally replied, his hand beginning to stroke the middle of her back, going lower and lower each time.
She looked up to him pulling him down to her. They began to kiss, lightly at first, tongues touching, teeth nibbling. Mally instinctively dropped one hand to Rahne's backside, the other rising to hold the back of her neck. Rahne pushed her body into Mally's, pulling with her arms, hands on that spot that isn't yet ass, and not really hips either. She could feel his manhood pressed against her abdomen. Every so often it twitched, the motion bellowing the fire she could feel kindling in her. She wrapped one small leg around one of Mally's, pulling and pushing them ever closer.
Mally took his hand from her butt and moved up, coming to rest on her breast. He began to knead slowly, softly, catching the nipple in the cleft of two fingers, lightly pinching.
Rahne immediately raised the intensity of the kiss they shared. She began to 'ride' Mally's leg, moving evenly, up and down, pushing her self down onto his thigh. His member was caught between them, the movement affecting it also. In-between kisses, she would make this little feminine humming sound; a warm gasp escaping her lips.
Mally had to stop for a second. He stopped kissing, and pulled her close to stop the motion of her stomach rubbing him. She looked up at him, a questioning disappointed look on her pretty face.
"No worries, luv, just gotta hold it for a bit…" he breathed, smiling.
"No ye don't," Rahne pouted, smiling wistfully, "if something… happens, let it. I don't mind, rabbit."
"Crikey, yer a little vixen, aren't ya?" Mally teased.
"Mally!" chided Rahne. "I am not a 'vixen'. I just have… wanted this, these feelings, for so long now. Even before you came. I just had no one to share them with. Now I do. You. I love you."
She grabbed a handful of dreads in her hand and pulled him back down to kiss, stifling his response. She resumed her grinding, stepping the movement and pressure up a notch.
Mally placed his hands on her small waist, adding his strength to the motions. Rahne took one of his hands, and placed in back on her breast, encouraging him to toy with them.
Suddenly the pressure, motion, and the texture of the fur on Mally's thigh became incredible for the little redhead. She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis down into his leg, her head thrown back, biting her bottom lip to keep quiet. Mally gasped as contact was removed from his member. He watched as Rahne seemed to convulse, like she was having a fit, yet Mally could see she was in no pain. Her breasts moved up and down, riding the panting of her body. He watched hypnotically as she slowly calmed, then fell forward into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing tight.
"Oh, Mally, that was… mmmmm…" she sighed.
'What did I do?' he thought.
"…ah good. So you feel OK then?" he asked.
Rahne looked up, her face still flushed. "Yes, silly rabbit, I feel wonderful. You feel wonderful. I say it again; I do love ye, Mally."
"OK, right then. Glad… I could help!" he smirked. "I love ya too, like crazy."
"You better…" she said, falling back into his arms. She looked 'down' again, noticing that Mally was still ready.
'Or just ready…' she thought, smiling. "Mally, did ye not… uh, it's still very… hard, ya know…"
"Ah yeah, I guess it is…" strained Mally. "That's ok dingo…"
"No. It. Is. Not." She stated, looking up at him. "Close yer eyes, rabbit."
"Rahne, it's ok…" Mally stammered.
"No, it's not. Now close yer eyes…" Rahne put her hand over his eyes until she felt them close.
She took her hand away, noticing Mally's stoic look. She smiled, reaching down to clasp her hand around him lightly. His body jumped at the touch, a sharp intake of breath the only sound. She slowly began to caress him, back and forth, lightly skimming his softest skin. Mally's head tilted back, and he pushed forward a bit. Rahne placed her free hand above the other, mimicking the stroke. Mally began to grunt slightly, in time with the beat Rahne created. His eyes creased shut.
"Rahne… oh my god…you have to…" he moaned.
"It's OK, Mally. Let go…" she replied, "…for me."
Mally couldn't handle any more. He through his head way back, rocking his hips to and fro. With one final release, he climaxed, his shoulders slamming into the wall behind him, his hands reaching down to hers, holding them fast.
"Just stay still for a sec…" he moaned.
Rahne smiled. "Whatever you say, rabbit. Does it… feel good?"
Mally's eyes popped open. "Does it…? Well, gee, luv, I done that before ya know, to myself an all…" he grinned shyly. "Compared with that, on a scale of one to ten, I'd rate what just happened as, oh, around ten gazillion."
Rahne giggled, pressing her face into his chest. "Good. I really wanted you to feel… as good as I do."
"Well, I damn sure do." Said Mally, grabbing her in a great big squeeze. "I damn sure do, luv."
Much later, the InstituteLogan stepped into the kitchen. He had found some petty criminals in NYC, stealing cars. He had followed the thieves back to the chop shop. He scared the gang well enough; he figured they wouldn't be stealing cars again anytime soon. At least, not in NYC.
He was a bit hungry, so he headed to the fridge to get something. When he opened the door, there was a plate of thick sandwiches with an envelope reading 'LOGAN' taped to it.
He opened the letter, pulling out a note.
'I hope the city survived. Enjoy. O.'
Logan smirked, grabbing a sandwich half, and dug in.
"…this is friggin' delicious…" he thought, smiling.
the end
Chapter 4 - After