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I've Got Everything I Need... Almost

Bobby liked to blink when he was shocked. His Mom always told him that he had beautifully long eye lashes. The first girl that he ever heavy petted said that his eyes were like deep pools of melted blue ice that she wanted to go skinny dipping in. She had been right in more ways then one. Even John had commented on his eyelashes when they had first met. Although he couldn't be sure if the threat of setting fire to his 'Girl Lashes' had been a carefully construed compliment or not; He took it as one.

John 'Pyro' Allerdyce wasn't easily surprised. He had once accidentally set fire to a block of substandard apartments in down town New York interrupting the Mayor's secret meeting with a pair of Chinese twins. It made the international headlines and took a little shine off of any surprising developments that he was bound to come across in the near future. That little incident had earned him hard time in a juvenile home and he was only just settling in to Mutant High. Standing to the side, he played with his Zippo lighter and rolled his eyes.

The world had never seen the likes of Jubilation Lee before. The girl had always been told that she was unique by every set of foster parents that she had lived with. It was the kind of comment that a person might make to a special needs kid, not that Jubilee had ever fully grasped the sentiment.

She was the largest drama queen since Britney Spears and had ample opportunity to practice her Oh-My-God-Rogue-Might-Just-Have-Had- Her-Cherry-Pop-Popped- This- Time face. Her accusations surrounding Rogue's admirers had become legendary in the mansion. It seemed that almost everyday she accused her friend of riding someone else's baloney pony.

But, never in her wildest dreams did she think that Wolverine would be the one to introduce his baloney pony to her sturdy and spotless stable.

"Chica!" Came the ear splitting shriek that Bobby and John had been waiting for. Jubilee was so excited that she almost jumped in the trunk on top of her friend and the unconscious Logan. "Tell me all about it! Don't leave any details out. Was it big? Did he compliment your body? Are you wearing your good underwear? Is he wearing any underwear at all? Was he a gentlemen? Is he a generous lover? Did he let you play freely with it?"

Ice Man and Pyro were now cringing as though their very lives depended on it. "Wait... How did you do the nasty without sucking him dry straight away? And I don't mean that in the fun sense. I know Wolvie can heal and I bet he knows more then a million ways to do it in five seconds flat without even touching you but..."

She faltered as Rogue asked her to shut her damn mouth for a minute. "You're always grouchy after you touch him." She replied remembering the time Rogue tried to gut Scott during Thanksgiving lunch after accidentally brushing against Logan in the Danger room. The Southern girl had lost her temper after Cyclops had announced that him and Jean were leaving for a trip to Paris the following day. It had taken every member of the X-men to drag her off a terrified Scott.

"I need a smoke. One of you geeks in the making is going to have to drive to the nearest store." Was the only response that was offered to the three young mutants.

Clapping her hands together, Jubilee ushered Bobby and John back into the car. "Does he always smoke a cigar after he's had his way with a woman?" She asked curiously, gazing at the dishevelled Rogue that was raising her perfectly plucked eyebrow at her.

Rogue only nodded curtly.

"You need to stay in the trunk though. There's no way of telling how many cops might be after you. We'll let you out after we buy his... Your cigars." Watching Rogue lay back down and grumble insults under her breath, She snapped the trunk closed and traced her fingers over the claw marks. "And don't forget to tell Wolvie when he wakes up that reaching a climax is no reason to start attacking things with those claws of his!"

Sixteen... Seventeen... Eighteen... Nineteen... Twenty...

Rogue shifted onto her side and brushed a hand through her loose hair. It was amazing being able to see further then your own nose whilst in the dark. In fact she had just finished counting Logan's nose hairs and was sorely wishing that she had both a pack of cigars and a pair of tweezers.

How long did it take to find a store?

Sliding her legs back and once again resting her head on Logan's broad chest, she smiled too herself. It was rather reassuring being able to listen to his heartbeat, especially in such cramped conditions. The darkness was starting to close in on her and she was sure that she was feeling claustrophobic.

Her mind began to reel when she closed her eyes and replayed the kiss. She could still taste him on her lips, he'd given her slight stubble rash and permanently hard nipples. The Wolverine in her head growled at her, he said that she'd permanently be without her nipples once he got through with her. She instantly purred back that she was ready and waiting. Logan's psyche had been a little more then uncomfortable with her thoughts. He'd paced back and forth with a scowl and a great big fat cigar between his lips. That did worry her slightly but she had come this far and wasn't about to give up now.

Rogue could always fall back on the vibrator in her underwear draw if he really wasn't interested in jumping her virginal bones. Both Logan and Wolverine had growled at her that time.

She felt the car come to a sudden stop and hoped that they had finally reached the store. Hours must have passed since she had drained Logan, time really seemed to drag when you were waiting for a feral mutant to wake up from a coma. Especially when her fingers were itching to reach down the front of his faded denim jeans and cop a feel.

Thank God that both her and Jubilee had taken the time to dress him accordingly for this trip. She might not have been able to control herself if he had still been wearing only his sweat pants. Fantasies about her tongue and his body sprang to her mind again and banished the claustrophobia. Maybe she should inform the medical community about the medicinal purposes of a hot Wolverine fantasy? The possibilities were endless, it could hail the end of expensive therapists and even free the world from a future recession.

If that were the case her Logan could be in line for his own Nobel peace prize.

Hearing Jubilee loudly discuss sexual positions with Pyro, Rogue knew that it wouldn't be long before she had the much needed feeling of nicotine in her body. That and hopefully a throbbing... Oh, Logan was stirring underneath her again and he really did choose the worst moments to wake.

For what felt like the millionth time that day Logan cracked open an eye and had the distinct feeling of Deja vu. What the hell possessed him to ever pick a kid up from the side of a deserted road, he didn't know. He was now starting to wish that he had left her there.

Her hair was tickling his jaw line and he inhaled the smell that had always felt like home to him. Not that he would ever have admitted it to anyone but the girl snuggling into his side was the most important person in his life.

What was he thinking? He could never have left her freezing ass in the middle of a shitty excuse for the Canadian wilderness. Miami? Hell yeah. Her southern butt would have become well acquainted with the temperamental weather after he'd kicked her out of his trailer.

"You can quit pretendin'." Logan's voice rumbled in the darkness.

"About what?" She asked almost sleepily, drooling slightly on his shirt.

He sighed and contemplated whether any judge in the country would condemn him for killing her, seeing as though she had kidnapped him and already rendered him unconscious twice. Could he cop a plea of self defense or would it make him sound like a complete pansy ass?

"You know I'm awake." He replied fighting to keep the anger from creeping into his voice and failing miserably. "And your ass is mine."

"I take it you don't mean that in a good way?"

It was impossible to argue with the kid. She always had a way of twisting his words and making them sound sexual. Even to his ears his last comment now sounded a little too suggestive. What was the world coming to when a guy couldn't threaten his own kidnapper without being accused of flirting.

"What do you think?" He snapped back.

"I think you should probably let me kiss you again." She responded instantly and scaring the absolute crap out of him.

"Look, kid..."

He was cut off instantly when the engines roared beneath them and they were both slammed into the side of the trunk. "Which one of those brats you call friends is tryin' to drive this damn thing?" Logan grumbled, yet again unsheathing his claws much to Rogue's annoyance.

"Stop getting your claws out. Jubilee's going to think you're climaxing again!"

Deciding that he really didn't want to know, Wolverine ordered her to stay out of the way. Even if he was pissed as hell at her, he didn't want to see her get hurt. "Just don't go tryin' to kill my tired ass again."

"How can you be tired?" She scoffed in his ear. "You've had more sleep then a hibernating brown bear."

Rolling his eyes, Logan ignored the comment and eyed the roof of the trunk. This time he was going to shred the shit out of anything that got in his way and yeah, that included Rogue too.

"Only cave men do it in the missionary position, Pyro." Jubilee announced over Bobby's light hearted chuckle. "It doesn't surprise me that you'd be hooked on that."

"I never said that I was hooked on missionary." He shot back, once again playing with his lighter." I prefer giving the girl it from behind."

"You mean the doggy position?" Bobby piped up, feeling out of his depth as soon as those words left his mouth.

"Yeah. It makes me feel like I'm in control."

Jubilee snorted. "Slapping your balls against a girl's butt makes you feel in control? I knew I was right about the cave man thing."

All three mutants stopped in their tracks and gazed around the empty parking lot. "I'm sure we left the car here." The fire cracker mumbled to herself. "Whose got the keys?"

Both Bobby and John answered at the same time. "Him"

Dropping the pack of cigars to the ground, she quickly checked her jacket pocket. "Thank God they're here. Nobody needs to panic, I've got the tickets."

"But where's the car?" Bobby asked worriedly, the air surrounding the three instantly turning ice cold.

"I guess Rogue and Wolvie couldn't wait to get to a motel." She responded cheerfully, her breath fogging up the nearby store window that she was peering in. "I just hope she's a little more adventurous in the bedroom then Pyro is. I bet Wolverine isn't a big fan of the missionary position."