Katie was humming a jumpy little tune to herself, while curling her hair. This would have been perfectly normal if she had bothered to plug the iron in... Katie was wearing a rather sketchy dress, a strapless corseted number with a ruffle-y black skirt that varied from mid-thigh to just above her knee, showing off her fishnets. she was also planning to wear high, black, ruffle-y stilettos (her 'Goth shoes') and was feeling extremely sexy in her second-sketchiest set of lingerie... strapless lacy bra with matching lacy underwear, complete with straps that hooked to her stockings. In other words she looked like a whore, but a rather pretty whore.
The dance was less than an hour away and Nicole sat on her bed stubbornly, still refusing to slip into the simple, bear backed, spaghetti strapped, sexy black dress that Katie had tossed to her an hour before.
Rolling her eyes, Katie turned to give Nicole an annoyed look. "If you don't put that on and get ready, the bus will leave without us and we won't get to go." she chided, while turning back to the mirror and fiddling with a tightly curled section of hair.
Nicole smiled in a self-satisfied manner. "Good. Then I won't have to be embarrassed in front of Bobby in that icky girly dress..." she grumbled.
"Nicole..." Katie started warningly, shaking the curling iron at her friend threateningly. "You are going to put that dress on right now, if I have to wrestle you to the ground, tie you up and force it over your head." Why couldn't Nicole act like a normal girl? Or at least pretend? Nicole remained stubbornly silent. "C'mon... Bobby will want you to wear a dress, you look so pretty in one." " Bobby asked me without ever seeing me in a dress," Nicole replied, still sitting there with her arms crossed. "But he'd like you better if he can show you off. Nicole, you are pretty. Pretty in a dress. Now put it on." Katie cajoled.
"No." Nicole said again, looking more stubborn than ever.
Katie frowned. "Nicole! You are wearing a dress, dammit, if it's the last thing I do!"
"But I don't wanna wear a dreeesss..." whined Nicole pathetically.
Katie didn't fall for the crocodile tears. "Well, too bad. You're going to wear a dress and you're going to like it" she huffed, now applying mascara with her mouth wide open. Nicole sighed, scowling and snatching up the dress. She didn't feel like arguing... and despite all of her efforts to convince her other wise; she knew that Katie could tell that she didn't hate the prospect of going to the dance in a dress that badly. "Oh, and by the way, you'll have to go bra-less tonight because if you wore a bra the strap would show because of the dress's lack of a back." Katie mumbled, grinning to her self as she watched Nicole (who was half-way through yanking the dress onto herself) flopped over onto the ground with a loud THUNK.
"Ooowwieeee... my back..."
Grabbing her eyeliner and applying it a bit more liberally than normal, Katie watched Nicole in the mirror. "Nicole... do you really need to be dressed like a two year old, or can you put your own clothes on?"
Nicole made a sniffle-y snort-y sigh-y sort of noise, part irritation, part pain and part defeat. "You don't have gashes in your back; do you..." she murmured, sitting up. "My back is killing meee..."
"No, I don't, but if I did I wouldn't be using it as an excuse.." admitted Katie, applying liberal amounts of lip-gloss now. Rolling her eyes at Katie's sudden need to get 'dolled up' and her comment, Nicole finally managed to pull the dress on. Sneakily she began to approach the mirror to apply some makeup as well. " Ah ah ah... bra OFF" Katie chided.
"But... but" Nicole attempted, placing her hands over her chest defensively.
"No buts... off with the bra." Katie cut in, eyeing Nicole out of the corner of her eye in the mirror.
Grumbling, Nicole turned her back and unclasped her bra and maneuvered so that she took it off with out removing her dress. "I feel so violated and exposed..." she mumbled miserably.
Katie sighed. "Its better than having hundreds of people know exactly what kind of bra you're wearing. Besides, you look so pretty.." Katie gave Nicole a quick, bubbly hug before getting back to her face.
Nicole made a sniffing noise. "I don't care how pretty I look... I don't feel right..."
"Oh, stop pouting and let me make you look pretty." Katie snapped, holding a brush and a straightening iron in her hands. Sighing, Nicole allowed Katie to 'doll her up' as well. Though she firmly put her foot down when Katie tried to over apply the eyeliner.
"No. Let me do the eyeliner thank you very much..." she stated, applying it sparingly. She preferred not to look so gothic as Katie liked. She also refused to wear fishnets, and settled for a pair of black knee-highs. However, Katie somehow cajoled Nicole into heels.
A little while later met the couple walking down the main stair case to meet their dates, albeit a lot of difficulty in Nicole's case. "How can you WALK in these things Katie!"
"Practice," Katie replied, managing her own higher pair much easier, despite being such a clumsy person by nature. Just as they were sweeping down the lovely old staircase, Arc and Bobby appeared at the bottom, having brilliant timing for a pair of (probably sex-crazed) adolescent boys. "Hello Arc!" Katie called happily, leaving Nicole to smile awkwardly at Bobby.
Oh god. Now was definitely not a good time to be bra-less. "Um.." Nicole began, avoiding Bobby's eyes determinedly "Katie made me wear a dress... I didn't want to..." she finished, her eyes flicking hopefully to Bobby's.
Bobby grinned, pulling Nicole down the last few steps and pulling her into a one armed hug. "You look great Colie!" he whispered softly, giving her a reassuring squeeze.
Nicole blushed. "Oh, t-thank you..."
Katie took the warm hand Arch extended to her as she flounced down the last two steps. "You look really pretty tonight," He commented, somewhat taken aback by how much skin she was showing... but enjoying it all the same. He was going to enjoy not only being with her, but also getting to show her off... But this happy moment was ruined like so many others are, as Logan showed up.
All of the cutesy couple meetings were savagely interrupted as Logan whistled very loudly for everyone's attention. Pouting, and cursing grumpily under their breath, the students turned to pay attention to Logan as he entered the main room. Scott followed Logan in, hands on his hips as he surveyed the student's faces. After a few seconds of silence, a few sarcastic catcalls and wolf whistles sounded from some of the more rowdy students (including Pyro who happened to be the loudest of all) the reason for the sudden uproar was obviously, the pair's choice of 'chaperone' attire. Their outfits rose more than a few eyebrows. Both dressed in dark clothing, Logan in a particularly tight, dark blue short-sleeved shirt, black pants, his normal leather jacket, and an earring. And Scott adorned in an equally tight, white (lets hope he gets wet) v-necked shirt (not to mention a few stray chest hairs), and black pants, and the usual shady glasses, and a slight smirk of satisfaction.
Now that the chaperones had arrived everyone nearest the door began filing out to the bus, leaving Katie and Nicole and their dates at the back, (unfortunately) near the two older men. Katie was trying to keep from mentally comparing the undeniably hot Scott with her own Arch, feeling utterly disgusting when she realized how very hot her teacher was, and that he'd been lying on top of her just a couple of days ago...
Nicole and Logan somehow ended up near each other in line, which was definitely not a good thing. "Hmm... I wonder why I suddenly have the undeniable urge to puke... oh wait, never mind its just you Logan." Nicole muttered bitterly, mentally willing the asshole to go fuck himself and go away.
"It's great to see you as well." Logan countered, towering over Nicole in a scary manner and determinedly not looking at her. Feeling a bit miffed at the fact that he wouldn't look at her when he was talking to her, Nicole groped for another insult.
"Nice earring, does it make you feel any cooler?" she snapped, folding her arms over her chest in a self satisfied way. She could always find things about him to hate...
Smiling in an alarmingly charming way, Logan chuckled. "Are you implying that I'm already cool? Thank you. Oh, and by the way... I've noticed you've neglected to wear a bra tonight..."
Nicole blanched, not really liking the idea of Logan having any more to do with her chest-age. "Why, thank you for noticing," she commented in a scary-calm sort of way. "I knew you were a pervert but I didn't realize you'd stoop to checking out students." Looping her arm firmly with Bobby's Nicole made a great show of ignoring him and his last comment, when she really just wanted to curl up in a dark hole and cry.
Completely flabbergasted, Logan gaped at Nicole's retreating bare back that still bore his mark. His disbelief melting slightly, he smirked. Still mine. Was the entirely feral thought that flashed through his mind before Scott interrupted him.
"Oh, that's too bad... you were shot down. Don't expect her to save a dance for you now, Logan." he sniggered, waggling his eyebrows teasingly.
Logan glared at Scott. "Like I'd want to dance with her..." he muttered, stuffing his hands rather broodingly in his pockets.
Scott raised an eyebrow. "Really? You make a good show of attempting to get into her pants whenever you see her," he commented, enjoying the amusement at Logan's expense.
"Not that that wasn't a great put down or anything... I'd like to plainly put this in a way you can understand. She's not wearing pants today, Scott." Logan growled, flashing a daring glare in Scott's direction. He'd very much like to put his trademarked, three clawed scratch through Scott's perfect white shirt. That'd shut him up.
Apparently this biting comment didn't dampen Scott's desire to further humiliate Logan. "Oh, so you've got easier access then. Is that what you're saying?" he laughed.
Flinching visibly, Logan gritted his teeth as he mentally agreed. "Yes Scott, that's exactly what I'm saying." he snarled (not so) sarcastically.
Katie stifled a giggle. She was standing ahead of Nicole in line, close enough to hear the banter but far enough away that they probably didn't know she could. Unfortunately (or not so), by the time they reached the bus they could only find two open seats, separated.
"You sit down, Katie," Arch declared heroically, picking a spot to stand nearby.
"No." she replied, stubbornly.
"Yes."
"No. Sit down Arc." She replied, giving him a look. Arch sat. She promptly sat on his lap, wrapping his arm around her waist and leaning cozily against him. "There. Now we're both happy."
Somewhat awkwardly, Bobby and Nicole followed their example, Nicole shifting uncomfortably on Bobby's lap. "Are you uncomfortable? I can stand and I'll let you sit if you like..." he whispered softly in her ear. His breath was cold, but not unpleasantly so.
Jumping in surprise at the frostiness of his breath, Nicole squeaked and shook her head. "No! I'm fine! Its just I feel a little awkward... in a dress... on your lap... and... yeah..." she mumbled, trailing off.
Katie didn't look particularly awkward at all, leaning on Arch all cuddly like they'd been going out for months. He, on the hand, looked a tad uncomfortable, but not terribly interested in telling her to move her cleavage to a less easily observed spot.
Bobby was just looking at Nicole, wishing she could be more comfortable being a girl around him. "You look really pretty. Don't feel awkward, please..."
"I'm sorry... It's just... I've always acted very masculine when I'm around you and my guy friends... its sort of strange to be a girl like I'm supposed to be... around you, a guy." She bumbled, twiddling her thumbs. B
obby smiled sympathetically, rubbing the sides of Nicole's arms gently. "Just relax... its not any different than any other time that we've had fun together... except you're wearing a dress. That's all, and you look great."
Nicole smiled at him, and very carefully, as though she was expecting some sort of "ha! I lied!" punch line, because he was being much too nice to her, just too good to be true, leaned her head against his shoulder. It fit very nicely there, and he seemed to enjoy it.
Sighing softly and feeling extremely warm and snuggly, Nicole maintained this position throughout the whole bus ride. After an hour-long bus ride, the students were more than a little restless. Especially those who had their dates sitting on their laps. The male population of the bus was particularly glad to get off the bus and get the feeling back in their legs, not to mention their laps. The girls, on the other hand, weren't all that grateful to have to get up and walk around on their painfully high high-heeled shoes. Hopefully they could take them off in the club without too much of a problem about bare feet.
Unfortunately their seats were at the back of the bus, and they were nearly the last people to disembark. Katie, forcing Arc to go in front of her (to keep the line moving) was rather startled by the cool night air compared with the overly warm bus interior. She was also shocked by a good, stiff breeze that lifted her skirt before she had a chance to pull it down, and so gave Scott (who was behind her) a rather lovely view of her ass and some very skimpy, 'adult' lingerie.
They had arrived in the front of a rather popular nightclub of the small town that Xavier's was relatively close to, and was recommended because of its 'mutant friendly' tendencies. The nightclub was rather sketchily called, "The Black Panther" with advertisements to like: "singles' pole dancing available on Tuesdays and Thursdays, ask for Madeline" in neon lights in the front most display windows. One could hear the loud music through the walls, pulsing and throbbing like a heart beat. This was a place that wasn't exactly PG-13, and as Nicole suppressed a giggle upon reading the motto, she distinctly heard Logan behind her saying. "Jesus Christ... they've chosen a strip joint!"
"Your kind of place then, isn't it?" Scott commented dryly, with a small, sadistic smile before opening the door. Inside was as sketchy as the outside, dark and foggy with pulsing strobe lights and glow-in-the dark things. The music was currently a heavy, trippy techno, and the dance floor was filled with people getting hot and heavy to it.
"Well, this looks fun." Nicole murmured.
"Define 'fun'" Logan's voice growled from uncomfortably close behind her. Sighing, and snarling with disgust and annoyance, Nicole turned to face him.
"Fun, in the sense of the word meaning having a good time and generally avoiding you until the world's end." Nicole snapped irritably. Was there no escape from the creep! He had walked in on her unchanging, he slashed her to bits in the simulation room, and now he was following her into the one place where, if she didn't see Logan at all... it would be too soon.
Logan didn't look too keen on spending on any more time with Nicole either, though it irked him when she managed to get the last word. In some sort of misguided, feral way he was just trying to get her to give in to him, surrender and admit that she didn't hate him. Not that he realized, of course. Logan wasn't one to pay much attention to his subconscious.
Glaring at Logan, Bobby gently patted Nicole in the small of the back to get her to move. "C'mon... lets go find a table to put our stuff down on or something..." he called to her, Katie, and Arch loudly over the throb of the techno music. Nodding in agreement, the group fought their way through the dancing crowd in hopes of finding a table to put the girl's purses on and perhaps to let them get out of the death traps they called shoes.
They managed to find one another group was just leaving, and priding themselves on grabbing the only empty table in the club, Katie and Nicole went about wrestling with their vicious footwear. "I don't see why you girls bother with those shoes," Bobby commented, watching Nicole massage a chafing heel. Arch agreed, though Katie only rolled her eyes at them both.
"Its just... oh, you wouldn't understand. It's a girl thing…like chocolate and romantic comedies. You wouldn't understand."
"Well, if it's a girl thing then how come even I don't understand why I chose to wear these shoes!" Nicole moaned pathetically, pouting balefully at her aching feet.
Rolling her eyes, Katie shook her head in dismay. "You're hopeless..." Katie grumbled, as she watched the boys exchange yet another confused look. Glancing around curiously, Nicole observed the nearby dancing mob. They all seemed to be having a good time, and a few of her fellow students had added themselves to the waves of partygoers. The music was quite fast and loud, very dance inspiring.
Nicole glanced at Katie. "You guys want to risk getting lost in the crowd to dance? I sort of want to... it looks..." she paused searching for a word to describe it. Somehow erotic didn't seem like an appropriate word. "Exciting." she finished, a small twisted smile fixing itself on her face. This night was going to prove interesting...
Katie heartily agreed, and then the boys really didn't have any choice. It was more than a little awkward at first, with them trying not to jump right ahead into grinding with each other, and not really wanting to start getting all over someone else in their dates' view.
Scott and Logan were standing off to the sidelines, Logan not particularly patiently and Scott perfectly contentedly. Logan gave Scott a look. "So you're going to stand there all night?"
Scott gave Logan an equally disinterested look. "You can go grind with a student if you want to. Dark enough that for all you know it'll be Nicole."
"Watch it." growled Logan, flashing Scott an If-You-weren't-my-colleague-I-would-rip-your-heart out-and eat it for dinner, death glare.
Scott grinned in a self-satisfied way; apparently he had touched upon a nerve. "What? Just stating a fact..."Scott pushed, faking an innocent tone.
"Well," Logan sighed in a bored tone, "You can take that fact and shove it up your ass for all I care... I'm going to get a drink... and then I'm going to go dance. I might as well make it worth my while if I have to be stuck in this hell hole all night..." he grumbled, bumping none too gently into Scott purposefully on his way to the bar.
Scott just shook his head at Logan's retreating back, almost enjoying the opportunity to hate Logan in public. He'd probably give in and dance eventually, but for now he was going to stay on the 'moral high ground'. Besides, it was nice to be able to watch people, even if it was dark.
After fifteen - thirty minutes of dancing, Bobby announced he was going to go get drinks for everyone, and Arch slipped off to go to the bathroom. Katie, after convincing him to go let his wings down as well (as much as there wasn't a lot of room, he looked uncomfortable) was a bit happy to be on her own. Now she could find a hot stranger to grind with, without worrying about jealousy.
But just as she thought she could sneak off for a few minutes and come back with out being noticed, Nicole decided to rain on her parade. "Katie! Where are you going!" Nicole hissed, grabbing Katie by the arm and trying to pull her back. However she had a hard time at it since the pulse of the dancers around them tossed them around like a ship in traitorous waters. Nicole ended up losing her grip on Katie's arm and they became separated. "Damn it, now I'm alone! Wonder where Katie thinks she's going..."
Katie wasn't exactly sure where she was going, but it really didn't matter, as long as she was near some attractive looking men. The music was pulsing incessantly, with a beat that was practically forcing her to dance to it...
Nicole, realizing that it would be almost impossible to find Katie until it got lighter, gave up and decided to just dance where she was. Someone would find her.
After downing a stiff drink, Logan decided to tough it out in the mob of over zealous dancers. Though he wasn't exactly that bad of a dancer, it was awkward dancing with someone who you couldn't see. The strobe lights making it near impossible to see two feet in front of you at a time.
Meanwhile, Nicole was having a relatively good time. Finding her own rhythm, she let her body go with the flow. Allowing the beat to flow through her body, and race in her heart... though dancing by one's self while among hundreds of potential dance partners was slightly awkward. Not for long however, since apparently someone found her singular movements quite intriguing. This person was standing near the edge of her space, and she (after a few moments of watching him (it being most obviously a him)) decided to let him into her space...
Terribly intrigued by this shapely, singular dancer Logan stood there on the sidelines, watching her move... until she (surprisingly) invited him to join her with a few wordless moves.
Squeezing through the crowd to get to her, Logan approached the mysterious dancer. She motioned for him to lean closer. Obeying, he maneuvered closer to her writhing body. She bumped ('accidentally') a tantalizing pair of hips teasingly against his.
"You were watching me." came a soft voice in his ear. My, her dress was short... and thin... She allowed him to move closer.
"I like the way you dance." he replied, trying to remain calm. This was an interesting specimen...
"Would you like to dance with me?" she asked him; voice a light purr over the beating music. Logan nodded, before realizing that she couldn't see him particularly well.
"Yes I would," he replied, looking over what he could see very appreciatively. Maybe being forced to chaperone the dance would have an upside, after all...
"Well then, be my guest... do anything with me that you want..." she sighed. Logan felt her hands find his, and allowed them to lead his hands around her waist. A small waist. This was nice. Logan found his chin resting comfortably in the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet smell of her flesh. She smelled like salty sweat, something sweet, and musky, and a faint flower scented perfume. Intoxicating. Feeling his breath catch in his throat, he let his hand wander down her side and come to rest on a soft stretch of thigh in the space between her panties and her knee high stockings. He bit back a groan. So soft… He could hear her breathing becoming heavier. "You did say anything..." he purred, feeling slightly satisfied with their position...
Nicole let herself press against him as they moved to the music, slowly at first. This was definitely the best part of the evening so far... Her mysterious stranger smelled very good, she noted, and his nicely muscled torso felt good against her back. It really wasn't fair that someone so cool probably wouldn't be attracted to her if he could see her... and she'd never see him again, either. Damn...
Logan's breath grew harsher and more ragged, part from the exertion of such hard, close dancing and some from the undeniable excitement she was causing him... Sliding his hand a bit higher up on her thigh, he moaned lightly, wishing it would be a bit more convenient to drag this beautiful creature of the night back to his room...
Meanwhile, Katie hadn't exactly found herself the sexy dancing partner she had wanted. What she did find however, was quite a surprise. After getting herself a rather warm iced water from the bar, she had turned to return to the dance floor when she bumped into a particularly hot and sweaty man who had just emerged from the mob.
"Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going..." he mumbled. Katie blinked. Scott? Scott's hair was in complete disarray, though not in an unpleasant way... and his white shirt was rumpled and sticking to his perspiring body. Katie blushed. Ohhh so sexy...
"Having... fun?" she managed to squeak out at him, a bit taken aback at how attractive he looked, sweaty and rumpled. It made her suddenly very self-conscious, and she ran a hand through her hair nervously.
Scott laughed, "Yeah, I guess you could call it fun." he chuckled. He ran his hand through his own hair in a sexy way, and readjusted his dark glasses.
Katie's blush deepened, "Dance with anyone?"
Raising an inquiring eyebrow, Scott smirked. "I didn't dance with anyone in particular, no. So..." he cleared his throat. They stared at each other in silence, listening to the music. Katie swayed slightly to the beat as they stared at each other, and she could see his foot tapping. "So, is this dance turning out the way you guys wanted it to?" Scott asked, as he nodded at the bartender. The bartender busied himself with getting Scott a glass of wine and handed it to him.
Katie smiled. "Well... yes... and no" she mumbled, unintentionally looking him up and down.
Frowning slightly, Scott remembered that dream about her (Katie). Feeling so hot... with a soft voice sighing his name repeatedly in his ear... never had his name sounded so sweet...
"... Scott? Are you alright?"
Shaking the images from his head, Scott smiled. "Yes, yes I'm fine... just the alcohol getting to me a bit... I think I'll go out and get some air." he lied through his teeth. Why must you torture me you little temptress his mind moaned, as he made a break for it, losing himself in the dancing crowd. Perhaps if he danced some more he could find some other girl to take the edge off...
Blinking in a confused manner as she watched Scott scamper away, Katie decided it was about time to do a little more dancing, as a particularly lively techno beat was introduced. Katie found herself a space somewhat on the edges of a large group, wanting to feel included but not smothered by the mass of limbs (and wanting to be available in case any particularly attractive men came around). Ignoring what everyone else was doing, she began her own (slightly off-beat) swaying, casting around some come-hither glances and hoping to be noticed.
Just then there came a soft, deep voice in her ear. "Now, how could such a pretty girl be off beat..?" the man murmured softly into her ear. Arms encircled Katie's waist and stopped her movements.
Unsure of whether to be insulted or feel special for the "pretty" comment, Katie blushed. She recovered rather quickly however, managing to breathily whisper, "Could you take the lead then?"
A soft sexy laugh blew hot air on the back of her neck, making her shiver pleasantly. "My pleasure.."
Scott had counted himself rather lucky to have found such a pretty girl all on her own. She couldn't be one of his students, he was sure he'd recognize one of them even in this half-non-light, and so she was brilliant release. He could touch her all he wanted; maybe manage to get his dream out of his head for a bit... Slowly, Scott guided his dance partner into a slow, grinding rhythm. Holding her back closely to his chest, he tried to close his mind to the images that were still eating away at the back of his mind. Longingly he slid his hand down her stomach the way he had in his dreams...
Gasping, Katie felt her body tremble against the stranger's. His hand explored downward... somehow finding its way underneath the skirts of her dress, and stroking up her thigh to fiddle playfully with the lace of her lingerie. Feeling slightly dirty, but at the same time not denying that it felt lovely, Katie let slip a soft moan.
Her 'mystery man' laughed softly, "My my, what a naughty pair of panties you're wearing..."
Meanwhile, Nicole bit back a moan of her own, almost wishing she hadn't found such a brilliant 'Mysterious Stranger', the temptation to go farther was too strong... oh, but he was good! For once, Nicole understood why people had one-night stands. She wanted him, he wanted her, and if they weren't in (such) public it would too easy to get carried away.
Logan, after quite a few hot & heavy moments, decided that it was probably best if he pulled away before he got carried away... Fucking her on the dance floor wouldn't be a good idea, and it was definitely where they seemed to be headed. Reluctantly taking his hands off her lovely body and stepping back, he grinned at her. "Sorry about this, but-" The lights in their area had suddenly brightened and ...
Nicole's face was the one that flashed in front of him as she turned to face him, her eyes were closed, and her mouth parted as she panted softly for breath. It was her dress that was oddly lifted on one side, and her soft, golden, bared thigh that bore the mark of his hands. "Oh my god." he groaned. Oh my god, this has to be a nightmare! Please don't open your eyes!
Slightly disappointed, Nicole stopped to catch her breath and turned to face him. She would at least like to see the face of the man who touched her in such a way that it made her feel weak...
Her eyes opened wide, and she found herself even more short of breath than before. Oh my god... could it really have been Logan this whole time? The man she'd been grinding against so pleasurably? The man she'd (more importantly) let touch her in ways that she'd never let Bobby? "You..." she breathed at last, beyond absolutely stunned. This can't be… not Logan... not Logan touching... Oh my god... Nicole struggled for breath, and tears stung her eyes. "You... it was you the whole time!" she nearly screamed these words as panic rose in her throat as well as bile.
Logan looked just as thoroughly disgusted and surprised as she did. And quite frankly, Nicole didn't know whether this was good or whether the painful wail that she issued was caused by the utmost disgust that shone in Logan's eyes. I knew... even if it was Logan or not, that if he saw me he wouldn't like me... Nicole took another step back, still utterly stunned by all that had happened. How... How could he? How could she have let him... how could she have even liked what he was doing? Oh... It was simply too much for her, and Nicole had one last, small wail before she fell into a dead faint
Numb with horror, Logan scooped the (undeniably soft) unconscious Nicole up into his arms. Definitely time to leave... have to find Scott... he thought through the blur of mental panic. How could he have...? With a student...? Worst of all was that, that was the most aroused he could ever remember ever being (and still was...) with a woman. Secretly, he felt embarrassed by the quite large lump that had made its appearance in his pants as a result of Nicole's actions (and his own but he wasn't about to admit that)
Meanwhile, Scott was having a bit more fun than Logan was, though he had no idea what angst was going on. But he did have some idea of how late it was getting, and decided to cut it short (which also kept him from getting too carried away). Pressing his mouth to the side of her neck, he kissed her passionately, feeling her twist with enjoyment. "Sorry, but I've got to run." he murmured in her ear, breath fanning gently across her sensitive neck and ears.
Quite as suddenly as he had arrived, Katie felt the heat of the stranger leave her back and lower regions. Panting, she struggled to catch her breath, a small grin of contentment lingering on her face as she felt where his lips had touched her skin. She shivered, o0o0o0o I'm going to be having dreams about this for weeks... just wait until I tell Nicole about this one... Still grinning she made her way in the direction of the bar. All that erotic dancing makes a girl thirsty. She never reached the bar however.
"Katie!" It was Scott; and he looked even more ruffled than before, his shirt was now un-tucked from his pants. He looked worried. "It's time to go, everyone's heading for the bus. Nicole's fainted."
Katie looked shocked, eyes widening and mouth opening slightly. "Why?" she gasped, hurrying to go grab her and Nicole's shoes and bags.
"I don't know," Scott replied, still looking as worried as it is possible to be when looking like one was this close to having sex in a bathroom. Watching her as she knelt to put her shoes back on, he was utterly shocked when, seeing yet-another flash of her lingerie, to recognize a handprint as none other than his own...
Groaning, he smacked his hand to his forehead, feeling the shame make his stomach drop unpleasantly. It was her! I can't believe it... and I did that to her... While thinking about her! ... With a student! I'm utter scum... I'm worse than Logan... this is an all time low... He straightened his face when Katie turned to face him. She frowned slightly and she touched his arm lightly. Jumping he made an indistinct noise that sounded like "Worf!" (in an failed attempt to say "woah fuck")
"Are you ok Scott? You're a bit... off" she laughed, smiling sympathetically.
"Yeah... Just a bit..." he agreed, with a forced smile. Inside he was still beating himself up over it, utterly stunned that he could have been so low... He heaved a sigh of relief when she brushed past him to run to the bus, to find out how Nicole was.
Following at a more reasonable pace, Scott tried to think of a way to excuse himself for his behavior... and found none. Maybe Logan could explain away having a hand up a student's skirt while thinking of fucking her, knowing who she was, what she was, how old she was, but Scott couldn't. Finding a seat he sat down heavily, pressing his forehead against the cold glass of the window. Damn...
As Scott decidedly wallowed in his own self-pity; he felt a dead weight settle itself in the seat next to him. It was Logan, and he didn't exactly look like himself either. He was pale as a ghost, and looked as if he were in the same boat of misery that Scott was. "I think the theme for tonight would be ' teachers gone amok' " Scott mumbled weakly.
Turning to stare emotionless at Scott, Logan nodded. " So, what did you do to make the 'pure as gold' attitude sail out of the window, Scott?"
Scott groaned, not really wanting to talk about it with Logan, but wanting to get it off his chest all the same. "Had my hand up a student's skirt... really far up. I'd been trying to find someone to take my mind off the dream I'd had about her... and ended up getting her instead." Oh, it sounded so simple put like that!
Despite his mental dismay, Logan grinned and laughed roughly. "Who was it?" he asked, elbowing poor Scott in the ribs.
Scott smiled in a very scarily emo way, turning away from the window he gave Logan the scariest twisted smirk that was ever possible. "Do you really think that I would tell you, Logan?" he questioned dangerously.
"It was Katie, wasn't it "
"Yes..." was the miserable answer. With this said Scott returned to banging his head roughly against the bus window.
"Yeah, well I pretty much did the same thing to Nicole... if it makes you feel any better..."
"You win. You are scummier that I am" Scott groaned.
Logan laughed a bit, hollowly. "Well, that makes me feel loads better about my evening. I'm scummier than Scott, and it makes him feel good about himself."
Scott snorted. "I can see why Nicole fainted when she realized who you were." At least Katie didn't have any idea of what had gone on, though it didn't help his conscience any. Now, she still thought he was a better person than he really was...
Not that Logan didn't agree with Scott, he did feel a lot like scum. Though not in a guilty scummy way... more like in an, I need to take a billion showers now scummy. He groaned, hiding his face in his hands. Images and memories of the heat, the smell, and the tastes of her body still lingered. Dangling themselves tantalizingly before his closed eyes like a piece of juicy meat in front of a starving dog.
Nobody else looked like they'd had much of a fun evening either. Many people had observed their dates hitting on someone else, and most of these previously happy couples were sitting in silence now, brooding. Some of these more than others. Bobby looked especially confused, as his lovely date had not come-to yet. He had no idea exactly what had happened, although he did have a few ideas...
Katie seemed to be the only, remotely happy person sitting on that bus. Safely squashed in a seat comfortably with Arch and the unconscious Nicole. Who finally decided to come-to as the bus rode over a particularly jolting bump.
'Uuhhhnnnmmm" Nicole moaned, opening her eyes slowly.
"Nicole! Finally... what happened?" Katie squealed, scrambling over Arch to get closer to her groggy friend.
Nicole moaned, sitting up and holding a hand to her head. "Whaat? Where am I?"
"Nicole, you're on the bus!" Katie replied as though that should be stupidly obvious. "So what happened?" Nicole only moaned again, not really wanting to think about it all again, but it was so damn hard not to... Oh, those hands...! Nicole closed her eyes again, covering her face with her hands as her face burned with hell fire.
" ... Nicole... did something bad happen? All I saw when I came out to the bus was Logan holding your limp, lifeless body with a weird look on his face... are you hurt anywhere? Omigod did you get raped!" Katie went on and on anxiously.
Groaning, Nicole shook her head as she fought the memories of those devilish hands to answer Katie's questions. "No... No I did not get raped..." Nicole finally muttered, still rubbing her face as though she was trying to rub away the memory.
"Then what HAPPENED?" Katie asked incessantly, biting her lips and looking still extremely worried. "Did Logan do something?"
"HAHaha! NO NO!" squealed Nicole, standing up in her panic. Suddenly she had the need to be somewhere else. On a cliff... in bed crying, anywhere but here. On a bus. Lying to Katie about something that she guessed right about. Her eyes fell on the back of Logan's head and her stomach turned over. Miserably, she sat down and whimpered allowing her lower lip to tremble. "Yes..." she whispered.
Katie made a small, sympathetic whimper and grabbed Nicole by the shoulders in one of those tight, sobby-sort of hugs girls are so good at. Nicole didn't look like she really wanted to be touched right now, but that she appreciated the gesture. "What did he do?" Katie asked, quieter and not letting go.
Sniffling, Nicole sighed. Perhaps if she told Katie it wouldn't seem like such a big deal. She seriously needed to talk to someone. "Well... at first... I didn't know it was him... we were just dancing... but... Katie... we were grinding... grinding with Logan... Of course it was dark so I couldn't see who I was with... and his hands... they were everywhere... and ... I liked it! I feel like he's just taken another piece of my dignity away from me... there's no escape." By the end Nicole was not so teary eyed, but upset all the same...
Katie held Nicole tighter, though it was more to make Katie feel better. "Oh, Nicole..." How would she have felt if her mysterious stranger had turned out to be someone she hated? Or a teacher? Katie shuddered a bit, understanding some of what Nicole must feel. Oh, but you'd have liked it if it was Scott... as nasty voice in the back of her head purred. Really liked it...
"So... did you have fun at least?" Nicole asked, somewhat bitterly. Though she hated to admit... she was having fun until she realize whom she was having it with... Katie smiled, remembering her own stranger of the night.
"Yeah..." she gushed, grinning in an eerily goofy manner.
Nicole raised an eyebrow, "Find your own handsome stranger, eh Katie? " she laughed. Seconds later she realized who she had hinted at being handsome. Katie giggled. Why did it have to be Logan whose hands burned paths of heat and pleasure along Nicole's thighs. Why did it have to be his breath that tickled her neck and shoulders? His nicely muscled torso that felt lovely rubbing up against her tender back... She shuddered and groaned. "My life is an utter nightmare.."
"There are some good parts too, right?" Katie cajoled, though she knew it was rather useless. Nicole was having one of those self-pitying moments, and she wasn't going to listen to anything else. Bobby didn't look very happy either, obviously not liking the idea of Logan having his hands all over what had been Bobby's date.
Just as everyone was getting to the most miserable climax of self loathing, the bus stopped and the ruffled and slightly miserable looking, Scott stood up to tell them that everything that happened that evening would not be repeated to Professor Xavier.
This lightened the mood considerably, and the couples were prepared to forgive each other over some good, wholesome food and a good night's sleep. Nicole and Katie gratefully exited the bus and entered the warm main hall. Walking rather stiffly in their blistered feet and icky shoes, they filed into the dinner area, where there were light, after-dance sort of snacks like warm cookies and biscuits.
Sitting down, Katie grabbed a biscuit with one hand while gently giving Nicole a reassuring pat with the other (Logan's seat being rather obnoxiously nearby). Nicole sighed, her shoulders sagging. Snatching up a chocolate chip cookie, she stared at it moodily. Why did Logan always have to get in her way! He always found some way to ruin her life. Whether it's yelling at her for no reason, or grinding her in a night club... You'd think he liked being around her or something.. The stupid pervert..
Looking up she caught his eyes, as he'd obviously been looking at her... Nicole didn't care whether he was looking because he was worried about her blowing up at him, or if he was trying to see if she was ok, or if he just liked the way she looked, she was sick of him! Utterly fed up with his brutish immaturity! Glaring at him, she chucked the cookie she'd bit at his head, watching as he recoiled in surprise and it glanced off his shoulder.
Grinning with satisfaction, she felt the sweet revenge and content in seeing the enraged expression on Logan's face. She'd gotten chocolate on his precious leather jacket. Smirking, she turned to Katie to see her expression of surprise and amusement.
Katie couldn't help feeling that Logan and Nicole's bickering was the result of perhaps something entirely different from hate...