Meanwhile, silence had fallen comfortably upon Logan and Nicole's shoulders as he helped her down the metal hallway towards the medical lab. Though her legs were fine, and she had long since gotten a sudden cough attack, Nicole allowed him to do so without complaint. After a few minutes of unbearable silence, Nicole glanced up at Logan, who was determinedly not looking at her. "So..." she began, but he cut her off,
"Here we are. Let's hope that these geeks didn't assume that they were too cool for band-aids." They came to a halt in front of a mechanical door, which whooshed open for them. Once inside, Logan grabbed Nicole around the waist without warning, causing her to squeak, and lifted her onto an examining table. While he had his back to her, rummaging in random drawers, he said "You're going to have to unzip your suit a little so I can get at your neck."
Nicole complied, a bit uncomfortably. Undressing, however minimally, in Logan's presence was... interesting. She unzipped the throat some few inches, trying not to bare too much of herself, not wanting him to make any comments...
Logan made a noise of triumph, digging out a battered-looking box of Band-Aids and a bottle of cleanser. "Aha!"
At a second glance, Nicole snatched up the Band-Aid box. "Batman band-aids?" She laughed.
Logan gave her a funny look, "What?"
"They're Batman band-aids" she repeated, pulling one out and waving it in Logan's face. For a moment nothing happened, but before she knew what she was doing, a batman Band-Aid and somehow magically stuck itself onto Logan's cheek. She couldn't help but giggle maniacally. Really where was a camera when you need one? Logan looked stony faced. "Cute." he commented dryly, making a face as he peeled it off and tossed it aside. Nicole stuck her tongue out at him. It seemed like the appropriate thing to do. She felt like a little kid at the doctors, being rewarded with a pretty band-aid for her troubles.
He grabbed a handful (a rather large handful) of cotton balls, soaking one in the cleaning solution. "Hold still," he cautioned, grabbing hold of her collarbone with one hand and dabbing at the puncture marks with the other.
"Oww!" Nicole moaned. "That stings!" She would have wanted to jerk out of his hold, but he was much too strong for that. Whimpering in pain, Nicole wriggled when he dabbed on the next slightly deeper puncture.
"Quit squirming!" he growled, making her tilt her head more to the side so that the vertebrae in her neck popped. But she refused to listen. It hurt dammit! "Nicole! Stop! Do I have to sit on you to make you stay still?!" he growled.
Growling in her throat, she glared at him, allowing him to continue, and gritting her teeth as to not make any noise as he continued to clean her wounds. When he was finished torturing her with the confounded cleanser she sighed and fixed him with a glare. "I'd have loved to see you try and sit-ahh! What the hell?!" she ended with a squeal.
Logan was bending close over her blowing gently on the wounds, each hand planted on either side of her thighs, trapping her. She shivered as goose bumps erupted all over. "Stoppit!" she squealed, pushing him away finally, giving in to involuntary shivers. "God... what the hell Logan?!"
"The Band-Aids won't stick if you're wet," he replied, leaving the double entendre hanging.
She made a face at him. "Couldn't you just wait for it to dry..?" she protested weakly, having enjoyed having him so close to her far too much... His mouth had been some two or three inches from her own more than once. Thinking briefly of the dream, she shivered again as he pulled out a selection of Batman Band-Aids. He'd touched her more times in the last hour than he had ever, and it was killing her.
By now Logan was mentally kicking himself as he gently arranged the Band-Aids over the nail marks. He'd caught a whiff of that same scent that her skin gave off that night in the club, despite the acrid smell of the cleanser, that soft, sweet, musky smell that he'd detected beneath the sheen of sweat and blood. And it he had to all but bite his lip to the point of bleeding to keep from attempting to nibble on her ear or perhaps taste an undamaged stretch of skin on her neck..? Growling in frustration as two Band-Aids got stuck together, he cursed himself. This was getting ridiculous. She was a student, and he was a sort of teacher. If Xavier even caught a whiff of what Logan's thoughts had been going round in circles about since he'd remembered his dream, he'd be on is ass out in the street faster than you could say 'Pervert'.
Nicole watched him fight with the adhesive-y bits on the Band-Aids, eyes sliding across his face, shoulders, and arms... This really was ridiculous, wasn't it? Even if he didn't hate her (he'd much too nice to her for loathing), he was like this with everyone. As much as she had enjoyed her dream... well, that was the problem, wasn't it? She'd enjoyed that dream far too much. And there was still the risk that he may have had the same dream... She shivered a bit, as unnoticeably as possible. If he had, she didn't want to know what he'd thought of it... Or worse, someone else could have had the same dream. Like Xavier. She shivered again. Hopefully not. Then she would be in BIG trouble. Slightly annoyed with Logan's behavior, she snatched the two Band-Aids from him and chucked them across the room.
"God..." she sighed, "It would've saved you energy if you had just taken out two more Band-Aids." she growled, snatching up two more Band-Aids and unwrapping them.
Raising an eyebrow, Logan took the Band-Aids and situated them on her neck. "Saving energy for what, may I ask?" he inquired, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Agh... It's impossible to talk to you without going around in circles."
"Since when do you bother to talk to me? Its usually just 'Asshole', and insults." He replied, finishing sticking on her last Band-Aid. Stepping back to get a good look at his work, he couldn't suppress a chuckle. She looked rather funny, with some ten black Batman Band-Aids stuck all over her neck like some new necklace fad.
Glaring at him, she crossed her arms over her chest. "What's so funny?" she demanded crossly.
"You look like a walking billboard for Batman Begins" he chuckled, mimicking her just to wind her up. One corner of her mouth twitched upward, as though half of her didn't know whether to laugh at his comment or to be pissed.
"You know, I wouldn't insult you half as much if you didn't start it first." she said at last, deciding to ignore his batman comment
."I do not." he replied, indignantly.
"You do too!" Nicole protested.
"I do NOT!" he countered, voice rising a little, looking at her as innocently as was possible (this being rather difficult, given his general sketchiness).
"You. Do. TOO!" She replied louder. Apparently neither of them noticing how very juvenile they sounded (and most people would have expected more from someone as mature as Nicole).
While taking a deep (not so) calming breath, Logan said "I do not." in a final tone.
Groaning and covering her face, Nicole flopped backwards to lie on the examining table. Her head hung off and so did her legs. "Uhhngg... I hate you..." she moaned through her hands. Which wasn't at all true, but it was something to say. "I hate you so muuuuuchhhh..." she whined.
Smirking, Logan leaned backwards onto a counter. I can live with that." He laughed. It was sort of cute the way she had herself flopped over the table, face turning red while the blood rushed into it.
Neither of them noticed that Nicole was slipping, so when she fell head first onto the hard tile floor Logan jumped, the table was now empty and he had to peer over the side to see Nicole, laughing hysterically. "Oh my god! haha! That was fun." she gasped through giggles.
Logan looked at her, unable not to grin at how utterly adorable she was acting. "Am I going to need to get the Band-Aids out again?" he asked, laughing. She was just too cute sometimes (when she wasn't trying to kill him. Though she did look fairly cute mad...)
Through another fit of uncontrollable giggles, she gasped, "No no. A straight jacket would be nice though!" she dissolved into another fit of giggles.
Logan laughed. "Yes it would. Unfortunately we're fresh out. Can I get you something else?" he chuckled. Really, this was utter silliness. Why was he enjoying it so much? Hadn't he, Logan, credited himself for being determinedly aloof and detached? And here he was laughing with a some 15-16 year old girl who was rolling on the floor in laughing like maniac.
She was about to answer with something else cutely ridiculous when there was a rather impatient knocking at the door (which had somehow closed, they really hadn't been paying much attention).
"It's nice that you're having fun in there, but I've got someone bleeding all over the floor out here." It was Scott, and he didn't sound like he was enjoying himself much.
Quickly, Logan took the Band-Aids and cleanser and stuffed them into a random drawer and gave Nicole a look that told her, ' get up, or questions will be asked.' She got up, dusting off her suit and went to open the door for Scott.
Grimacing, Scott nodded his appreciation at Nicole, dragging in a pale younger student who was clutching his side tightly. Blood oozed from between his clutching fingers.
Feeling queasy, Nicole dashed out of the room with an uttered, "Oh my god."
Scott watched the nauseous Nicole run off, before glaring at Logan. "Either help me or go away." Logan decided that "going away" sounded a bit more preferable.