A/N: Lil warning... Not for those that 1: Don't like logan pairing w/ anyone other than Jean, 2: for those that Really don't like Ally. I borrowed this character from the Ultimate series and twisted her a smidge. Hope yall like... sobs REVIEW PLEASE! Godsspiker .
Logan wasn't quite sure what to do now. He had been with so many women, so many different faces. Her's was unique. He had never seen such intensity, so much passion and almost angry mischeif. She was folding her arms across her chest, her dark hair falling around her face and framing the smooth pale skin as her mouth curved in an almost challenging smile. Her clothes were the norm for her, her black flashing her darkly tanned arms covered in tattoos and well worked abdomen. On her hips rode baggy tan khakis hiding a pair of scratched up black boots. The dare in her body language made his temper flare, but he liked it. Chuck's and Ro's presence reigned the impulsive behavior a bit, but not much. She was teasing him in his territory, and if you knew Logan, it wasn't the most intelligent thing to do.
"His defensive and offensive manuvers blend. And I'm not saying that as a good thing, you thick animal." Ally growled, dropping her shoulder to the left a bit. It was a dare that Logan was so close to taking.
"You can't have a good offense without a good offense, bolt brain." He countered, standing his ground rigid arms folded across his muscular chest. Her playful eyes narrowed, brows furrowing as if asking if he had really just said that.
"That was used in the eighties, you loser. MacArthur needed more strategy. That's what we need, not some over-stimulated moose's brute strength." She snapped calmly. Ally's demeanor never changed. Charles held up a hand between the arguing X-Men.
"Now now, lets not name throw. Perhaps we can practice some of Ally's manuevers. Maybe you can learn a bit from training with her?" Xavier suggested. Ally shot a dark look at Xavier.
"I'm not training anyone until you teach him that he can walk, talk, and act like the human he's supposed to be." she hissed. Logan uncrossed his arms, ready to utter a foul word when Ro stopped him by placing a firm hand on his chest. Charles produced civilized annoyance at her comment.
"Ally, please refrain from you crude comments, thank you." he turned to Logan. "Just do as she instructs. She has some fantastic military manuevers to show us."
'Please Logan, just get along with her...' Xaviers thoughts paused, and he let an amused smile cross his lips as he stumbled across a loose thought. 'And restrain yourself from doing that too.' Logan flashed Xavier a wide, mischievous smile.
"I won't be making no promises, Chucky." he chuckled, turning to follow Ro and Ally. He couldn't help but notice as he followed the way her hips swayed viciously from side to side.
'Logan...' Xavier scolded silently.
'No promises, chuck, no promises.' he thought, letting his eyes show his intentions when Ally turned and looked at him. He heard her snort and turn away.
Ally's blood pounded furiously through her veigns. Adrenaline was beggining to take it's toll as she groaned and rolled up. The heat of the room was unbearable. Debris and flaming dirt was all over the abandoned war-zone. She brushed off her shirt and smacked the back of Peter Rasputin's hard metal head.
"You gotta realize that every time you land on someone like that, you might crush them." she warned. Her eyes scanned the peremitter. It was just her and Peter. The other's were problably down in that dark, war ravaged valley. She smirked. The valley of death.
"C'mon, metal head. We gotta get to the others."
Logan could smell that sharp sweaty scent a mile away. Ally was on her way into the valley with... it smelled like lead. Deffinately Colossus. He motioned for Kitty and Rogue to follow him, standing and crunching across gravel. After a few minutes they reached the end of the bunker they were hiding in. The vew was limited from the smoke hanging in the air, but eventually, two forms materialized through the fog. Ally ducked forward, leaping in through the window. Peter shook his head.
"There is NO way Imona be able to do that." He grated. He let the organic metal sink into normal flesh and tried to squeeze through. Kitty grabbed him by the ear, and helped him in. Ally again had to brush off the dust from her black tank with her gloved hands.
"Now that we've finally found you guys, lets begin, shall we." She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and began the plan. Logan listened as consciously as he could, but found his eyes focusing on her lips. His eyes drifted over her hazily. She must've noticed, because after a few moments of dreaming, he felt a sharp pain in his jaw as he went flying back. He shook his head and shot a glare at Ally, who wasn't smiling and rubbing her sore fist.
"Eyes up here," she said, referring to her eyes.
"Remember, the enemy is in the southwest corner, gaurded by a wall covered in gaurds wielding basic Uzis and hand guns, a concrete bunker, and ten stories of dirt. We don't want to kill the enemy, but capture him, use him, and dispose of him gently. Any ideas?" She asked leaning against the concrete wall.
Logan was still rather upset. Upset wasn't the word for it. Humiliated Rage, perhaps? Nah, he was just plain peeved.
"My team, talk it over, then gimme you ideas." Logan growled. Peter, Kitty and Rogue slunk away. The look on his face was enough for at least Rogue to understand he wasn't just mad.
"What do you want?" she asked smoothly, examining her gloved hand. She didn't realize he was inches away for her, and in no mood to be gentle.
He planted a furiously passionate kiss on her surprised lips. Her surprise never showed, however, because she half-expected him to pull something like this. And then she had been ready, but now she wasn't so sure. Ally felt her body stiffen, but close in close to him. Logan didn't back off until he had drained every last drop of passion into her, pulling away with her still in his arms. Ally's tattoed fingers took his chin as she planted another smaller kiss on his lips.
"You." he growled menacingly. For a moment she looked completely compliant, her lips still parted, her eyes still dark with the flurry of what had just happened. Then he felt searing hot pain that made him pine for death as her face tigthened into a scowl, a sneering smile on her mouth. Her knee had jerked up hard, bruisingly hard. She would have a mark to show for it too. But for now, the pleasure of seeing him on his knees before her, grimacing in pure rage and pain made her laugh. While he was holding his still healing body parts, she leaned over and tilted his chin upward.
"I belong to noone." she whispered against his lips, then she pressed her lips to his softly. Then she kicked him in the stomach, leaving him lying on his back.
'I told you not to.' Charle's voice spoke in amusement.
"You didn't tell me she was planning this." Logan ground between his teeth.
'Some people have to learn the hard way.' Charles mused. Logan let a few curses string at the Professor, who watched from the upper control room as Ally continued her class.