Indeed, Nicole was having a most interesting dream;
Sighing, Nicole stepped into the blessed heat of the shower. The sudden change from cold to hot causing goose bumps to rise on her skin. The water was hot and soothed her into a relaxed lull as she listened to the pitter-pattering of the droplets of water on the slippery shower floor. She smiled, showers were always nice. Hot... and comforting and- BANG. The door flew open with such force that it bashed against the wall. Failing to muffle a squeak of surprise, Nicole pulled back the curtain curiously to see who had come for a visit. "Get ou- Oh my god!" she squealed, retreating behind the curtain more to make sure that nothing was visible.
Logan stood stalk still in the doorway, his eyes dark and burning with an unknown emotion. He strode over the threshold and shut the door behind him.
"Logan! I'm taking a shower!" was the only defense that Nicole could come up with, snatching up a towel from its hanger and wrapping it around her, though it did little to protect her as it became wet and molded to her frame like a second skin...
"I can see that." Logan growled softly.
"Then what do you want?" She squeaked, backing up. He was looking at her in a way that made her insides squirm (though not entirely unpleasantly), and she still could not place that emotion in his eyes...
"I want you Nicole." he replied, voice husky with suppressed desire. He stepped forward, closer, eyes glittering like a predator's.
Nicole tried to back farther into the corner but was unable too, knees weak with a mixture of fear and a something else, a something that sent shivers down her spine, and made her half-want to just swoon into his arms and let it happen... Looking up at him she could not manage to shift through her conflicting emotions, feeling like one of those romance-book heroines that hates their tall, dark stranger until he finds them one night and "teaches them the meaning of desire"...
He came ever closer, until he was standing just outside of the tub. "Don't.. I-I-I-I mean, you're still wearing your clothes! They'll get all wet-" she faltered as he kicked off his boots and socks, and stepped into the shower. "Eep!" she squealed, backing away into a farther corner.
He chuckled softly, those predator eyes glittering eerily as he continued to approach.
"L-Logan... let's think about this... y-you can't possibly want me. I mean, I'm..." she faltered, he was getting really close now, radiating a heat entirely different from that of the hot water, which he stepped right through to get to her.
"But I do want you Nicole. Very. Very. Badly..." he purred as his hands came to rest against the tile walls on either side of her, trapping her. Nicole whimpered softly, the way he was looking at her made delicious tremors rack her body. His face was inches from hers, wet, and dripping, his clothes were clinging to him. His hand's heat permeated through the wet towel when they slid up her sides. "I want to hear you scream my name..." he whispered, mouth inches from hers.
She managed a small, breathy noise of protest before it dissolved into a moan as he pressed his mouth against hers. She raised her hands in protest, trying to push him off of her... but, with almost a life of their own her hands went to the back of his neck, twined into his hair, holding him closer. One of his hands blazing a trail of heat up her side found the knot holding her towel on and roughly untied it, fingertips brushing the wet, soft hot-velvet skin he'd had to wait far too long to touch...
"Mm!" Nicole gasped as her only means of 'clothing' was allowed to slip between the two of them with out breaking the kiss. His tongue delved deeply between her lips, boldly exploring and teasing. All the while his hands sought out the most secret places, stroking and teasing unmercifully, driving her to dizziness. She couldn't breath and his hands were everywhere. Insistently, his hands parted her legs and he moved between them, by instinct she knew to grip him around the middle with her legs and she gripped hard. Oh lord please don't let this dream end... soaking wet denim protected her from the pulsating protrusion of arousal that was obviously her fault.
"Christ Nicole..." he cursed when they parted, pressing her into the wall harder.
She kept one hand looped around his neck, wanting to stay as close to him as she possibly could, tugging at the wet denim of his pants with the other, fighting with a zipper that (just to spite them, it seemed) would not allow them release...
When the zipper finally came to cooperate, Logan's pants fell to the floor in a sopping heap, followed closely by his shirt and his boxers. The soft cry of "Logan!" from Nicole was followed by a series of breathy moans and soothing oaths from her dream-lover. Moans and ragged breathing permeated the sound of rushing water, ending with the two lover's drawn out cries of pleasure and passion.
" NICOLE YOU LAZY ASS! GET. OUT. OF. BED!"
Nicole opened an eye to see Katie standing over her, glaring. "Get Up Now! You Have Five Minutes To Breakfast!" She continued yelling, gesturing at Nicole rather overly enthusiastically with a hairbrush. Katie had gotten up earlier than usual, and had spent nearly an hour at the mirror. She wasn't exactly sure why, but it had something to do with wanting to make sure 'Shade' wasn't disappointed... "Nicole! What are you doing?"
Nicole had just rolled over, wanting to slip back into her dream... "Mmmmm... " Nicole whined, gripping the dog-tag tightly in one hand and hugging her pillow to her face with the other. "Good dreeeeaaaaammm Kaefer... such a good dreammm..." she whimpered. She could almost see Logan's face almost feel the balmy heat of the steamy bathroom...
Snarling, Katie yanked the covers from Nicole's body. "Get up!"
"No!" Nicole snapped back, yanking her sheets back without touching them.
"Yes!" Katie snarled back, yanking them back. The tug-of-war lasted for quite some time, until Katie finally gave up. "Nicole, if you want breakfast you're going to get up now. But if you don't, then I don't care, but I'm going to go get something to eat!" Nicole had made her a little late, but a dramatic entrance worked just as well for her purposes...
As Katie left the room in a huff, she couldn't help but wonder who Shade was... Passionate, flattering, intelligent... He didn't sound like anyone on school premises. She could think of only one person, but she immediately shoved her image of Scott, smiling warmly as he had the day before, to the back of her mind.
"Grrrrr." Nicole mumbled, rolling unceremoniously from bed with a thud. When she stood up, she immediately regretted getting out of bed. "Ick. I'm all... sticky" she grimaced. Well, that's not exactly much of a surprise... her inner voice nagged disapprovingly. "I might as well just take a shower," she muttered to herself, really not wanting to go down to breakfast all sticky. Its not like she was really hungry anyway. Walking gingerly, not liking this feeling at all, she gathered up her things and wandered down the hall towards the nearest bathroom.
Logan woke up with a similar feeling, though he didn't find it quite as unpleasant as Nicole had. He just wished he could have actually remembered this dream, as it had obviously been one good one. God, I need a shower...
- - -
Katie was rather irritated as she entered the dining hall, filled with the overly awake faces of small children and the glassy-eyed stares of teenagers who really wished they could have slept to noon. This wasn't what irritated her, that was the several someone's occupying her and Nicole's usual seats. Sighing to herself, she plopped down in the only available one she could see: next to Arch, the last person she'd wanted to talk to that morning. It was also diagonal to Scott's, which was much closer than she usual sat, but she tried to ignore that fact.
Arch brightened considerably as Katie sat down, and off to the side Scott smiled. "You're a little late this morning." Arch commented, blue eyes sparkling with adoration and concern. "Alarm clock malfunctioning or something?" he questioned, as he watched Katie pile food onto her plate.
Katie smiled, resisting the urge to flinch at the unadulterated adoration that shone in Arch's eyes as she did. "No, I couldn't get Nicole out of bed if my life depended on it. She's not a morning person, and even worse she must have been having nightmares all night because she sounded like some sort of wounded animal, mewling and whimpering..." Katie shook her head. She had had experience with Nicole's infrequently powerful dreams, she was surprised that nothing went flying around the room or something of that sort. Then there had been that time when everyone who had been involved in one of Nicole's nightmares had the same exact dream... they all woke up screaming at the same exact time.
Arch smiled, relieved. "Oh. Then I suppose you didn't get much sleep either because of the racket she was making."
Katie flinched, but plastered her smile back on her face. "No... I was unable to go to sleep anyhow... I had... other things on my mind."
"Like what?" Arch asked, watching her.
Katie shrugged, "Just... other things.", already looking for a way to leave early though she'd barely started eating. Arch had been cute at first, she'd liked him, she really had..., but now it was starting to grate on her. And it was much, much too easy to start comparing him to her mysterious note-giver... "So... um... Hey, Scott! What're we doing in simulation today?" Hopefully if she got someone else involved in conversation, Arch would be better. Or go away. (besides, its not like she would mind listening to Scott...)
Scott jumped, his fork missing his plate of scrambled eggs completely, his fork was thrust into the table. "Damn." he hissed, attempting to jerk his fork from the wood of the table. "Well," he grunted through clenched teeth as he yanked the fork from the table. He sighed, putting the fork down and leaning across the table to talk to Katie, who attempted not to giggle after seeing Scott's sudden bout of clumsiness. "I was thinking about using a more real life situation with the Brotherhood of Mutants, since they seem to be very active as of late."
"That sounds like fun," Katie commented, though she wondered why he'd looked so... startled. Maybe he just wasn't so awake in the morning?
Arch just nodded, looking a little let down as Katie completely ignored him in favor of the teacher.
"Would it be teams or everyone for themselves?" She wasn't exactly engrossed in this conversation either, but it was a great deal better than trying to brush off Arch without hurting him (he was too cute to hurt).
Scott shrugged, "Well, a mix of both I would have to say. In reality, the X-Men work together as best they can, but things happen and we get separated, so you guys have to be able to function on your own as well as working together as a team." Scott sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. He flinched, forgetting that it was black, Logan's specialty. "Bleck.." he choked, immediately reaching for the cream and sugar. "Nasty stuff when it's black, coffee." he grumbled to no one in particular, though he was surprised when Katie responded,
"Tea's better, it doesn't need as much sugar, and it actually has more caffeine than coffee."
Scott smiled. That was Katie for you, always chock full of interesting little tid bits. "I'll remember that." he laughed.
Katie looked back down at her food, liking the idea that she had made Scott laugh. Arch then attempted to re-gain her attention with some comments about the history essay they had due that day, and Katie sighed to herself. So much for trying to look around for likely Shade-suspects.
- - -
Nicole was extremely happy to have found the bathroom empty, most times there was a fairly long line for the showers. Relaxing in the hot water, she thought over her dream, having thoroughly enjoyed it, despite the subject matter. So she nearly screamed when there was a knock at the bathroom door.
"Hurry up in there!" Someone extremely familiar growled through the door.
"Hold on!" she squealed, scrambling to quickly finish her shower before Logan decided to break down the door. But through the panic that coursed through Nicole's veins something else made her knees tremble and her breath come in ragged gasps, was this the dream all over again? The following knock was sharp with impatience. She quickly shut off the water, and literally fell out of the tub and landed hard on her side. "Oww.." she whimpered softly.
"Are you alright? What happened?" Logan's voice was still impatient but he sounded generally concerned, the doorknob jiggled.
Nicole scrambled for a towel, rubbing at her side. "I'm fine! Don't come in!" she continued squealing, not wanting to be caught barely dressed by Logan... or did she? As nice as her dream had been, that wasn't a possibility she wanted to think about right now.
Logan sighed impatiently, leaning on a post of the doorway. Girls, always professing that they're fine and expecting you to believe them. When he heard another thud (Nicole had tripped on her towel on the way to the sink where she had put her brush and hit her head on the counter.), he jiggled the doorknob a little more vigorously. "You sure you're alright in there?" Logan's voice growled from the other side of the door.
Groaning and rubbing her head, Nicole shook the tears of pain from her eyes. She was fully clothed now, but still...Logan's face was not exactly the first thing she wanted to see this morning...
When she didn't reply, Logan decided to take action. The lock clicked, and the door banged open. Logan, standing there imposingly on the bathmat and looking down on her, had a sudden, though not unwelcome, flashback... "Then what do you want?" She squeaked, backing up. "I want you Nicole." he replied, voice husky with suppressed desire. Startled, he stepped back, unsure for a moment whether he had just actually said that...
Nicole was sitting on the floor feet away in front of the sink, her hand pausing its attempt to sooth her throbbing head. Thankfully she was fully clothed, her towel lay in a heap next to her. Her brows were knit together with annoyance, but her brown eyes were as wide and innocent as a baby doe's, watching him apprehensively, almost fearfully. Her soft brown eyes were large and fearful, he watched her try and back into a corner and away from him. But her knees were trembling and shaking badly, her entire body trembling deliciously. By god, he wanted her so bad...Still confused, Logan cleared his throat, "Sorry." he grunted.
Those eyes flicked away from him, determinedly staring at her towel as she stood up and began to gather her things. "I suppose you think it's fun unlocking doors with your claws? I could have been naked you know. Then again, that wouldn't be the first time that you've walked in on me half clothed or other wise..." she snapped.
"That was an accident." He grumbled in a half-hearted apology. It wasn't like he had exactly minded seeing her topless, though he could have done without that particular pleasure. Backing out of the room, not really wanting her to try and attack him again. As much as he healed, it still hurt. "You need to stay on your feet and off the floor, or I won't be the only one walking in on you..."
Completely ignoring his comment, Nicole went on, turning to face him after she had all of her things in order. She made to walk out of the door, but turned to look back at him. "Do you do that to everyone? Walk in with out even letting them know, or knocking?" her face was impassive and her voice cool and soft, a pleasant change compared to her yelling.
One side of his mouth tucked into an annoying smile, and he leaned toward her, bracing his weight on the doorframe. "No, only for you." he purred.