Katie, lying on her bed, watching Nicole intently, giggled. "Serious?" Nicole nodded back, and Katie jumped up and hugged her friend. "That's great..." she paused suddenly. "All it was was just a kiss, right?" She asked, suspiciously.
Nicole nodded. "Yes... why?" Nicole questioned back, looking at her friend oddly.
"Because it's obvious he's got some sort of massive lust for you, and I was just checking to make sure he didn't decide that your virginity was fair game too..."
Blushing, Nicole launched a pillow in Katie's general direction. It missed. "eeeeeeeeew! Katieee!!!" She squealed, snatching up another pillow and burying her face into it.
Katie grinned and shrugged, "Hey, it's not like you're adverse to the idea... I mean dreams are usually you're subconscious trying to get your attention." she laughed, watching Nicole peek her face over the big squishy pillow.
Nicole looked thoughtful. "You know, come to think of it. I'm sort of surprised that he didn't try and get into my pants. I mean... he had me right where he wanted me... He was very close... He did slip his hands underneath my shirt... but that's as far as it went before he just... left..." she trailed off, mumbling in a sort of disappointed manner.
Katie snorted. "That's because if he knew that if he left you wanting more, that you would be all the more willing the next time..." she teased.
Nicole scowled, "Who says there's going to be a next time? For all I know, he just hasn't had a good shag in a few days and needed to vent some of his frustration on someone. If I wasn't the only one left in the room he would have gone and cornered some other girl... or went out and gotten another whore." Nicole growled bitterly, all of her confusion pouring out into one out burst.
Katie looked at Nicole sympathetically. "Nicole, if it was just frustration he wouldn't have stopped... or he would have found someone easier. There has to be at least ten girls in that ridiculous fan-club thing more than willing to lay him for free..." Katie paused for another moment, thinking. "You know, I think he might actually have some sort of conscience... or at least be really, really afraid of being bagged and losing his job." she amended.
Nicole snorted. "What job? All he does is loaf around until someone tells him that something needs to be fixed, some class needs a substitute, or Scott needs his help in the Danger Room period." she mumbled, picking miserably at her pillow and wishing that her life were simple. Like Katie's. "Besides," she continued, staring up at the curtains of her bed idly, "Xavier likes him. Despite his total lack of common courtesy."
"Xavier is also a semi-friend to Magneto, but you don't see him still sitting around. Xavier draws the line somewhere... and Logan is afraid of crossing it, I think."
Nicole just sighed in response, really not sure what was going on in this convoluted non-relationship.
"Well, Nicole, my professional opinion would be that he really does have some sort of feeling for you, and is scared to act on it, but if I'm wrong I don't think you need worry as long as you stay away from his room in the middle of the night." Katie grinned. "Though we know how hard that would be..."
"Getting harder and harder." Nicole laughed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "I'm sort of curious though." she shrugged, "I've never been in a boy's room. Not even Bobby's."
Katie laughed, snuggling down into her blankets and pillows. "Correction, a man's room. Because obviously, a grown man wouldn't have the same things that Bobby, a boy, would have in his room. And would have much more mature things... like..." she faltered.
"Like condoms?" They both burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"No, I bet Bobby has those too..." Katie managed before dissolving into more giggles.
"For What?" Nicole choked out, looking a bit confused.
"You. He obviously wants to eventually get into your pants..." Katie ruined what was an entirely serious comment. "I mean, who wouldn't want to?" she added, wiggling her eyebrows at Nicole.
Nicole snorted. "Oh yes. I'm sure you've just been itching to get into my pants for some time now." she commented, laughing.
Rolling her eyes, Katie shook her head. "Oh yes Nicole. I want you. I need you. Oh baby, Oh baby."
They dissolved into even more giggles, getting so loud that there came a knock at their door. "Simmer down! Some of us are trying to sleep!" boomed Logan's voice.
"Shut up Logan. Everyone knows that you sleep like a log." Scott's even tone cut in.
There was another, less insistent knock at the door, and the sound of Logan clumping away sullenly. "You know, it would be nice if you'd open the door," Scott commented lightly. "Or you can just go without your laundry..."
Nicole, closest to the door, jumped up to open it and to admit the rather resigned looking Scott and his blue laundry basket.
He gave the two girls a weary smile as he moved into the room. He looked exhausted. Once inside, he set the basket on the floor, hunkering down and bracing all of his weight on his heels. Two neat piles of clothing lay in the basket. Just by looking, one could tell whose undergarments (which lay on top of everything else on each pile) belonged to whom. Darker colors like reds, blacks, blues, and a few creams resided in Nicole's pile, and Katie's characteristic green bra resided at the very top of her pile.
Laughing to himself, and shaking his head, Scott heaved up Katie's pile and plopped it onto Katie's bed. "This pile would be yours, I assume. You're the only one I know that wears so much black." and brightly colored underwear, it suits you. He chuckled, giving her that slow, heart-melting smile before moving on to Nicole and depositing her pile on her bed. "And I figured this was your pile by default." He said, giving her a small smile.
Nicole rolled her eyes. Oh Scottie... you're so obvious... "C'mon Professor, you obviously distinguished the pile with the green bra on top as Katie's, because that's just Katie."
"Well, it is true that no one else has underwear so very green," He commented lightly, giving Katie another of those smiles.
She tried to smile back, sitting down as casually as she could (having jumped up, expecting to be passed her laundry) as her knees went watery and her heart skipped a quick beat. She shrugged at him, a light blush coloring her cheeks. "The point of having a green bra is to have it be noticed, so I guess it's nice to know you have," she replied, feeling rather glad that the green-ness overshadowed the lacy-ness of the bras underneath.
Feeling a swell of annoyance at Katie's obvious infatuation, Nicole smacked her hand to her forehead lightly (so not to be heard) and shook her head. What was Scott supposed to say to that? I mean, he'd already gotten a sampling of the kinds of undergarments that Katie wore... what was he supposed to say, ' Oh yes, I know that you like to wear very naughty underwear, and quite frankly it's very nice?'
Scott blushed. Wow. For someone as usually aloof and detached as Scott, a blush was definitely unexpected in any perspective. He cleared his throat, "Uhm, well I have a lot more laundry to get to so... You girls... get a good night's rest... we'll be attempting the Brotherhood Simulation again tomorrow..." with this said, he swiftly made his exit.
"He looked exhausted," Katie commented offhandedly, and Nicole groaned. "What?" Katie asked, looking completely confused & oblivious as to why Nicole might want to look so exasperated.
"You're so... obvious!" Nicole exclaimed, rolling her eyes.
"I don't get you." Katie looked at her friend calculatingly. "What are you talking about?" she asked as innocently as possible.
Nicole groaned, flopping over to the side, sending up a flurry of feathers and extra pillows. "You are sooooo riding the Scott-love boat." Nicole moaned, when she reappeared from her fortress of pillows and comforters that she called a bed. "I know!" she snapped her fingers and grinned, "You can start your own Scott Fan club! I could give you a few of my sketches of him to put on T-shirts. I've already received offers from the Logan fan club to sell them one of Logan for some printed lingerie that they want to get. For real." she wrinkled her nose, but continued grinning broadly.
Katie laughed, imagining girls running about with Logan's sneering face printed on their bras and panties. "Oh, Nicole, you should have given it to them... it would have been hilarious." She paused for a moment, thinking over what else Nicole had said, sinking into her own pile of cushy things. "I think he'd be somewhat terrified to have a bunch of girls running around with his face printed on their chest." Besides, that would mean having to share...
Nicole grinned and shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, I wouldn't mind a Scott-shirt. He is on the majorly stud muffin side. Even with the sketchy glasses. But they put him into the mysterious stud muffin category..." she teased, wiggling her eyebrows and her voice raising into that hyper, taunting tone that she often got when she talking about absolutely crazy things. "He's got nice hair too." Nicole reflected, putting on a fake thoughtful expression.
Katie rolled her eyes, and grinned. "I've seen that hair in a bed-head mess." she challenged softly.
"OOOOHHhh NO YOU DIDN'T" Nicole squealed, and then added slyly, "Or have I got it all wrong? Are you and Scottie-boy riding the love boat together? Are you guys sneaking around and doing bad things behind me and Xavier's back?"
Katie laughed. "Oh, definitely Nicole. Me and Scott, all the time. Beds, showers, classrooms...mmhm. Every night, Nicole, all night long..." she trailed off with another laugh. "Oh, I wish..." she added (more seriously) with a dreamy smile.
Nicole's brow furrowed. "You better not wish. He's an actual teacher. He could lose his job... and it would be statutory rape and there'd be a court case...and he could end up in jail." she mumbled seriously.
Katie gave her an exasperated look and sighed, "You don't think I know that? Obviously it's just infatuation. I'll get over it. Besides, Scott is a mature guy with a good conscience and a good grip on common sense. Do you really think he would go and ruin it with an under aged student like me?" she snapped.
With that lovely damper on the mood, Katie got up and grabbed her things, walking off to the bathroom to change and brush her teeth for bed. Both happy/disappointed to not see Scott in the hallway she yanked at her clothing rougher than usual, not enjoying the reminder that she was beyond unavailable. Oh, it's just not fair... she thought to herself, despondently. The only person to express any interest in her, she couldn't stand, and the one person she had feelings for didn't, couldn't, have any feelings for her. Why? Why...?
When Katie returned to the room, Nicole was already dressed for bed and rolled up in her blankets. She apparently intended to sleep instead of talking all night like they did sometimes. Shrugging, Katie put her dirty clothes in the hamper that resided in her corner of the room; she really didn't feel like talking about her issues anymore. Neither did she want to think of them, but that was something that she had no control over. Minds slip, even if they're slipping into things that they don't want to think about.
Slipping into bed, she 'harrumphed' and rolled over, watching Nicole close her curtains with a flourish, muttering, "Gah, effing moonlight!" sleepily.
With a sigh, Katie settled herself comfortably in her covers and many blankets and slipped into a troubled sleep.