Stages
Part 2: Rage and Temptation
After a flight back in terrible silence and with Logan, who absolutely ignored her, next to Jean, they arrived back home just in time for dinner. Ororo came down the stairs as the front door opened and Jean stepped in followed by Logan. "Hey, you're…," Storm began as he slammed the door shut behind him and walked past both women. Without paying attention to them he climbed up the stairs, Ororo's eyes had followed him until he was gone, before she turned. "Gosh, what's wrong with him?" she asked puzzled as she suddenly noticed Jean's look. "Jean? What happened?"
The red head only looked at her briefly, before she shook her head and turned around. "Nothing," she only said barely audible.
Ororo watched her with a cocked eyebrow and her hands on her hips. "Dinner's ready. We're waiting for ya!" she called after her before she walked down the hall.
Later, they sat together in the large dining room. The Professor as usual at the head of the table, while the younger students sat at the end. The older ones and the X-Men sat right next to Charles. Ororo kept on watching Jean. She knew something must have happened between her and Logan. Both mutants rarely fought with each other, nor had she seen Logan so pissed off in months. Her eyes switched to Scott and Emma Frost, who sat right next to Jean. She noticed that Scott hardly talked to his fiancée. Also his hug when he had welcomed her back home was rather chilly. Ororo wondered what was wrong between them. Her friend had told her two months ago that her relationship with him had become normal business. How she missed the man he was before, that she felt lonely even if she laid next to him.
Suddenly, Storm looked up as a still pissed looking Logan entered the room. His casual seat next to Jean was still empty. She noticed that he was aware of it and heard him snorting, before he walked over to the table. Everyone stopped eating and watched in confusion when he took his plate into his hand, piled up some food on it and turned around; leaving the room again. The mutants exchanged glanced, while Storm wrinkled her brows. She noticed that Jean stared on her plate and was biting her lip. She knew her long enough to know that this was a sign for something being seriously wrong…
After dinner, she took Jean by the hand and ignored her protests. Pulling her upstairs to her room, Storm closed the door behind her and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "What happened, Jean?" she asked again and looked at the read head piercingly.
"Nothing," the other woman said again and ignored the look her opposite gave her.
"Come on, stop telling me that!" Ororo said louder and stepped forward. "Logan is clearly pissed off because of you. I haven't seen him so mad for months, Jean! Especially never with you. So what the hell happened between the two of you up there?"
Jean bit her lip. She walked over to the window while her hand was playing with her necklace. She tried her best to stay calm, but her heart couldn't betray anyone.
"Come on. You know you can tell me," she heard Storm say calmly. "Logan and you were so close. There must have been something very big to make him behave like that…"
Turning around, Jean swallowed hard while tears gathered in her eyes. Immediately Ororo knew that she'd been right.
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It was at least his fourth or fifth beer this evening. Logan sat in the front of the large TV; empty bottles surrounding him. He had no idea what exactly was running in front of him. Lost in thoughts, he turned his bottle while his eyes were staring at the screen without seeing anything for real.
For the first time ever he opened up to someone. To someone who meant everything to him and she told him straight ahead to forget what happened. Growling he threw the bottle against the wall; smashing it to pieces. It would never happen again. He would never ever share his true feelings with anyone again and give everything he had to be pushed away afterwards. He couldn't even tell her how much she'd hurt him. She'd truly torn his heart out of his chest. He hadn't only opened up to her and had shown his true self, he'd also told her that he loved her with all his heart… Something he'd never done before and would definitely never do again. He would go back to his old habits: not caring about anyone else and living his own way of life without letting anyone touch his heart. In that way he wouldn't get hurt or had to share his life. And if he needed physical contact, he would do it as before he came to this place: just or one night and leaving before the other one woke up.
"Hey Logan!" he suddenly heard someone saying next to him and turned his head. His eyes narrowed as he recognized Eliza; a blonde skinny student of the mansion who kept on staring at him with her blue eyes. No matter if it was during his classes, at lunch or when he met her somewhere. Without saying anything in return, he watched her walking around the sofa, before she sat down next to him with a bright smile on her face. "What are you doing here?" she asked innocently, while she accidentally pulled up her anyhow very short nightgown; exposing her long legs. Logan cocked an eyebrow before his eyes returned to her face. She still smiled at him. "All alone?" she added and began to play with a strand of her long hair.
Logan wrinkled his brows briefly. "What do you want, kid?" he asked her even if it was absolutely obvious what she wanted. She always tried to flirt with him or had this seductive smile on her lips. Just like now. He'd always ignored this before. For her. Now he just didn't care…
She shrugged playfully. "Joining you…maybe." She said, emphasizing the first word lasciviously.
He smirked. He had noticed it. "Maybe?" he asked playfully and tilted his head.
"Depends on you," she gave back grinning and laid a hand on his leg.
Looking down on it, which she began to stroke, he thought about it for a moment. Sure she was very attractive, but he didn't want Xavier's wrath hitting him after he found out. "How old are you, kid?" he asked her and eyed her suspiciously.
"Old enough, Logan," was everything she said.
"How old?"
Eliza sighed and bent forward; stopping only centimeters from his face. "19", she whispered. "Don't shit your pants, Logan. I don't want a new boyfriend!" Her eyes flashed while she looked at him with a charming smile.
"Pretty blunt, eh?" he asked her smirking and met her gaze again. She grinned and traced his features, while she kept her eyes on his.
"But you like it."
"Hm," he grunted. "How can ya tell?" he asked her playfully. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered her eyes for a moment; eying his groin grinning. "Well, I could show you," she purred while biting her lip and looking into his hazel pools again.
Logan looked at her closely while she began to stroke his neck seductively. She really had an impact on him. He couldn't deny this and she had already noticed it. Maybe it was because he drank a lot or really because he just didn't care anymore. The only thing he knew was that he was no longer thinking with his brain. Finally, he got up and pulled her with her. If there were any consequences, he didn't care. At least it would help him to forget for a moment…
That was the second part. I have written up to part 6 now. 6 will be the last. Thanks for the nice reviews! ; ) Hope you like this one too, even if it's rather short.
