As she exited the shower, Nicole sighed happily, feeling warm and comfortable. The heat of the shower had lessened the pain in her legs and rump after that spill that she took on her way up. Humming her own little tune to herself, as she looked around her face fell, good mood vanishing instantly as she realized she had forgotten her clothes. "Damn it! ... I am not wearing my dirty clothes... that would defeat the purpose of taking a shower in the first place!" she growled, snatching up her only article of 'clothing' that she could wear, the dog tag, and put it on, grumbling. "Have to walk down the hall half clad... stupid... grrr..."
Tying the towel around herself as tightly as she could, not wanting it to start slipping halfway to her room (though she'd finally remembered it was lunch time as her stomach had started rumbling, and doubted anyone would be in the halls). Unlocking the door and opening it somewhat cautiously, she stepped out into the hall with the dog tag clearly visible and a bundle of soaked clothes tucked under one arm. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she slunk down the hall, looking this way in that... the only thing that she had to worry about was that if someone were to-
Logan's face appeared as he ascended to the head of the stairs. Nicole froze. Great. Well, at least this time she had something over her breasts.
He paused at the top of the stairs, looking her over unashamedly and entirely obviously. When his eyes returned to her face, he quirked an eyebrow at her. "We've got to stop meeting like this," he commented snidely, with a broad and infuriatingly sexy smile.
Nicole's face flamed red. How dare he look at her like that? As if she was a piece of meat... She frowned, "Yes we do. And you should start sexually harassing someone your own age, but that won't happen anytime soon, so I won't get my hopes up about never being walked in on by you." she growled, hoping to wipe that infuriating smile from his face.
The smile, however, stayed put. Apparently Logan didn't feel like actually listening to the words that her mouth made, he just enjoyed watching them move. Logan, true to what Nicole had thought, wasn't paying much attention to what she had said. It was obvious Nicole liked what he did to her, or else she would have turned him in (or at least that was what he thought, justifying said "sexual harassment' to himself). She really did have nice lips though, when they weren't yelling at him, and they tasted good too... His eyes roamed down her face and neck again, and for the first time he noticed the chain looped about it. That looks familiar...
Recognition cracked over Logan's head like a raw egg, realization seeping down into his brain in small cold trickles. She was wearing his dog tag. But... where did she get it? Logan stared at the chain in shock, noting subconsciously that the dog tag was out of sight, lost in her cleavage no doubt. Nicole was shouting now, trying to get his attention. Logan's face fixed itself into an angry glare, "What?!" he demanded, not having caught a single word that she had been saying.
Nicole scowled, "I said, Logan you perverted slime ball, what are you staring at?!"
He looked back up at last, making eye contact. He watched as her own eyes lost some of their anger, growing apprehensive, as his own eyes darkened with a 'mystery emotion' and his mouth curled into a thoughtful smile. She'd never give him the tag if she had any idea that he wanted it back, and he did not, in any stretch of the imagination, want to hurt her for it, so he'd have to use some other method of persuasion...
"Logan? Logan! Why are you looking at me like that? Logan!?"
The smile on Logan's face widened as he caught the sound of her heart beating more and more rapidly as he approached. Hmm... Perhaps he could have a little fun with this... As the distance between Nicole and himself began shrinking, she took small steps backward. He could feel the panic and apprehension radiating from her, and had to force down his amused chuckle.
Nicole's face flushed and her eyes took on that familiar virginal innocence that he'd witnessed only once before. That night with Candy. She attempted to avoid his eyes but failed, instead flicking between his eyes and his lips.
He chuckled, licking his lips just to disturb her. It worked, and she blushed. For every small step that she took backward, he took a larger one forward. She wouldn't get away from him. It was almost as if she deliberately took small steps to allow him to catch up, and that he did, pinning her against a wall. With a soft gasp she dropped the wet bundle of clothing she'd been carrying. "Don't..."
This time he did chuckle, though it managed to sound a great deal more sexy and seductive than any chuckle had any right to sound. Reaching out, he gently (gasp! a first) ran his fingertips over her neck, as she tried to tilt it away from him. "You know you enjoy it..." He murmured, grinning at her from much, much too close up.
Nicole whimpered softly, desperately trying to mentally deny his words. I don't... I don't... she whimpered mentally, but she was interrupted by one of her more nasty inner voices, Oh, but you do... oh, so very much... "Stop... please." she began, but all memory of the rest of her sentence dissolved into mush in her mind as Logan replaced his fingertips with his mouth. Trailing soft kisses down her neck.
"Now, now... you don't seriously want me to stop, do you..?" he purred, trying to restrain himself from ripping the towel from her trembling from. Patience wasn't exactly his forte.
"y- n- yes! Yes... I do..." she managed to squeak out, trying to fight with herself. Because, not all that far deep down, she desperately wanted him not to stop. Desperately wanted him to yank off her towel and take her now, in the hallway. But she couldn't let him know that. He had too much power over her already... Taking a deep breath, closing her eyes and trying to pretend that he wasn't sending pleasant shivers throughout her entire body, she suddenly remembered that conversation she'd had with Katie about Logan... Concentrating best she could with him on top of her, she took a giant step backwards, falling through the wall.
There was a great THWACK, as Logan's head, which had been resting comfortably against Nicole's warm neck, smacked into the wall painfully. "Fuck!" He cursed through clenched teeth, clapping his hands over his throbbing forehead. In the confusion of pain, he reached out and groped the air where Nicole had been, attempting to work out what had happened, when he heard hurried footsteps behind the wall. Pressing his ear to the wall, he could hear her pacing and her soft muttering in the room beyond. Damn, now he'd have to use a more forceful method of persuasion... perhaps if he could tackle her to the ground, he could wrest it from her and then be done with it...
Fumbling with his belt for his keys, he tried to match the numbers on the door to the tiny numbers printed on what (he thought now, trying to sort through what felt like a ridiculous number of them) felt like keys that were much too small. "Fuck!" he muttered again, using both as a curse to vent his frustration, and a verb to express what was on his mind. Finally finding it, he shoved the key in the lock, and yanked open the door, only to find her disappearing through the wall on the left. "Fuck!"
Fuming, he ran to the next room and threw himself into the door, not bothering with the keys. When it opened he was just in time to see her towel flapping teasingly at him before disappearing through the wall. All the way down the hall this wild goose chase ensued. Logan always bursting into the room just as she ran right through the opposite wall. There had been one instant where she'd just run in, and he stepped in cautiously and extending his hand out to her like one would to cajole a frightened animal into coming closer. The instant he had moved, however, she ran like a startled deer through the next wall before he could even reach out to grab an arm, leg, anything he could reach.
Swearing to himself, panting, he paused outside of a door, listening to her footsteps. She'd run to the other side of the room, turned back ready to see him run in after her, and was obviously confused to why he hadn't. Carefully, he reached out a hand, quietly as possible, waiting for the opportune moment. If he surprised her, he had a better chance of catching her than if they just played tag all afternoon...
Lunging through the door, with something of a melodramatic Ha! and expecting her to be standing in the middle of the room- he stopped short. There was no one in this room, just a lone, wet towel crumpled on the floor in the middle of the room. What? She could have gone in any direction she wanted- He dashed out of the room, before realizing the next room over was his own. She'd obviously not be in there, that'd be a stupid thing to do. He sighed, giving up. If she wanted to wander around the school naked, it wasn't his problem.
- - -
Muffling a rather loud squeak that would have given her away, Nicole promptly dove into the closet of the room that she had come to a halt in, completely and utterly, naked. Once inside, Nicole, being the queen of grace, promptly got her foot snagged on some loose clothing on the bottom of the closet and fell over. Her fall was cushioned by a large pile of shirts and pants that had most likely fallen from their hangers and lazily left there on the bottom of the closet. She herself did this quite often, so she wasn't anyone to judge.
Nicole shut the door behind her, lest the owner of the room decided to walk in and look in his or her closet to find a quite naked Nicole sprawled inside of it. In the dark, Nicole sighed, groping for a shirt to maintain her dignity when she sprinted to her own room in order to put on some of the clothes that she should have brought with her to the bathroom before she took a shower. Judging from the size of the shirt, the owner of the room was male. Great. That's just what she needed, for McCoy, Scott, or Nightcrawler to waltz in and open his closet to find her sitting at the bottom of it, wearing his shirt...
Nicole smoothed out the shirt, figuring out which way was up, and front, before yanking it over her head. It was technically a button up, but was large enough that she didn't need to bother. Once it was safely covering most of her lady bits, she moved to get ready to stand back up... and paused. Lifting the collar of the shirt to her nose, she sniffed deeply. MMmm. This shirt smelled really, really good. It wasn't a very "fancy" smell, more simple, but undeniably masculine. Warm, somewhat like sweat, spicy... just extremely masculine. Sniffing it again, she smiled to herself. Yum. It also smelled rather familiar... who did she know that smelled like that?
Nicole leaned into the wall of the closet sighing and breathing in the scent deeply. Whoever this shirt belonged to wasn't getting it back in this lifetime. It smelled way too good to return. She fully intended to sleep in it every night for the rest of her life, trying to imagine what man could possibly smell that good. Sighing, Nicole folded the collar down and prepared herself to get out of the closet and sprint for her room, but before she could even push the door open, she saw through the cracks between the wooden blinds that made up the door a figure entering the room groaning softly and rubbing his head. She froze, scrambling to back behind the clothes (sort of pointless since one could still see her legs poking out from the hanging clothes...) and trying to be as quiet as she could.
Managing to cover up as much as she could, she gave up and froze as the door to the closet opened. Her head was behind a shirt and she couldn't see who it was, though she did see the hand reach out to rummage around not ten inches from her head. Grabbing the first shirt she could find, Nicole handed it to the man, oblivious to the fact that if they hadn't noticed her already, they wouldn't, and closets don't hand things to people.
Apparently he was oblivious as well. "Thank you," he commented, taking the shirt.
"You're welcome," she replied politely, before clapping a hand over her mouth. How stupid could she be!
It only took the man a split second to realize that closets don't a.) hand you things and b.) say 'you're welcome.' before he pulled Nicole from the closet by her wrist with one yank. "Ah!" she gasped, fidgeting and holding the shirt down so it wouldn't ride up and give the man a nice flash of her nether regions before he could even figure out who she was.
She found herself being held a few feet from the ground by the wrist by none other than Logan. Nicole couldn't help but gape. She was wearing... Logan's shirt? If she had absolutely no sense, she would have ripped the shirt from herself to avoid contamination; however she had a lot more sense than even Nicole thought she had, and the shirt stayed on. More from the need of protection and warmth than from it happening to be Logan's shirt. It was also a plus that it smelled excellent.
"Any reason why you're hiding in my closet?" he inquired, eyebrow rising slightly.
Nicole blushed, "Well..., I didn't know that it was your closet. And... And I needed... something... to cover myself... I dropped my towel..."
Logan fought the urge to comment that she really didn't have any need for clothing; she'd be perfectly fine without them. Keeping his grip on her wrist, he reached out with the other hand to gently brush her hair away from her neck. Allowing his fingers to slowly drift downwards he hooked them in the chain of the dog tag, which with a quick yank removed the chain from her neck. Dangling the tag in front of her, dragging her in closer, he fingered it, grinning slowly at how warm it had gotten from being pressed in between her breasts. "I believe this is mine?"
Nicole flushed a light pink, but her lips twitched upward as though very reluctant in showing her amusement. "I guess so..." she mused in a thoughtful tone, shrugging awkwardly given her position, and her eyes swept the room before making eye contact with him once more. Her face was the very epitome of forced calm.
Logan could feel her heart fluttering beneath his shirt that she wore, warmed by her bare skin beneath. This thought in mind, Logan fought the urge to jump or groan when she shifted one of her legs restlessly in discomfort from her hanging position, brushing accidentally up his leg.
"Uhmm... my wrist is sort of getting numb..." she mumbled.
Deciding that it was probably best for his sanity if he let go, (or else he'd end up trying to jump her bones, and from the look of things she probably wouldn't enjoy it too much), Logan shrugged offhandedly at her, and let go, making a big show of not caring in the least if she wasn't pressed up against him.
While making a display of ignoring her existence and forcing down the thoughts that ran along the lines of reasons why he would've liked for her to be in his room in an attempt to prevent arousal, Logan stripped out of his shirt, pulled on a more comfortable, fresh one and slipping into a worn pair of old jeans. More out of curiosity than anything else, he slid a glance over his shoulder to see Nicole turn away quickly, pretending to observe her surroundings. Somewhere within himself he felt a sort of self satisfaction that she had watched.
He turned to see Nicole observing his room, running her fingers along the bed covers up the length of his bed and patting one of his pillows as if to fluff it. She promptly sat down and bounced slightly, "Comfy." she stated offhandedly as she bounced.
He raised an eyebrow at her, moving to lean against his closet door, more to keep himself occupied than anything. Oh, it was just cruel. Here she was, in his room, alone with him, wearing nothing but his shirt, and she had to go bouncing on his bed... Goddamn, was she trying to turn him on? "I'm glad you like it." he commented dryly.
Thinking back, Nicole couldn't help but laugh as she bounced when she remembered Katie's 'lonely bed' comment that she had made some time ago. Well, she thought, At least she didn't have a big, lonely bed. That would make if not much worse. Logan's brow raised a few millimeters, "What, is so funny?" he accused.
Nicole blushed, looking up with wide eyes. "Nothing! Nothings funny... just... thinking..."
"About anything in particular?" Oh, this wasn't going well, was it? Now she was even making suggestive comments. For her own good it would be best for her to leave sometime extremely soon, before he got really aroused. Because then, given the circumstances and his general disregard for the law, her virginity would be much less than safe.
"Not really... Beds." Nicole blurted, looking anywhere other than Logan. She ceased in her bouncing and smoothed his shirt over her lap idly.
"Beds." Logan repeated dryly, raising both of his eyebrows now in amusement. God, this conversation was going way down hill.
Nicole nodded, "it's nothing, someone made a comment about 'lonely beds' before and I was just thinking about it... and... yeah. I- I should probably go..."
"That would probably be a good idea." Logan replied, just as dryly as before, resisting the urge to add on an invitation to make his 'lonely bed' a great deal less lonely. Even if he did spend a rather scary amount of his free time sexually harassing her, he had more self-control than that. Regardless of how much he would have liked to jump her right now.
As he watched Nicole slowly get up and walk to the door, he mentally pleaded with her to not look back, not to give him the chance to take back sending her away and throwing her down onto his 'lonely' bed to make it far less lonely. As always (though she didn't exactly realize it) Nicole disregarded what he wanted and turned to face him, fiddling idly with the hem of his shirt. The bottom of Logan's stomach dropped.
"Uhm... do... you..?" she began motioning to the shirt, tugging at the hem.
Logan fought to keep the word "Yes!" from bursting from his lips before he heard what she was actually trying to ask him. She looked away blushing.
Logan had to fight to keep his stomach under control, as it had begun to flip flop and clench pleasantly, distracting him from the words that she spoke.
"Well... don't you want... well... your shirt...? I mean..." she stopped. "I'll give it back to you... later then?" she rushed.
Logan sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. He nodded "Yeah, that's fine." he mumbled, waving her off. The sooner she was out of his room the better.
"K... um... later."
Nicole walked out of his room rather slowly, as though trying to make a point about not wanting to leave because he wanted her to, though she dashed across the hallway to her room. This was an extremely awkward situation, coming out of Logan's room dressed only in his t-shirt. Why, if a fangirl happened to walk by... But, fortunately for Nicole, none did.