Chapter 1: calm

"Alright, I want your setting maps by Tuesday. We'll be starting on character development."

The students gathered their books and rushed out of the classroom, chattering animatedly. I sighed and dropped into a chair.

"Got a moment ta spare fo' Remy, teach?"

I kissed him. "Of course."

Remy grinned at me. "So chere, how ya likin' yo new job. Watcha teaching da little kids ta'day?"

"We did work on settings. Maps and all that."

With the professor still in a coma from the accent with Cerebro, Scott had taken on most of his duties, leaving me to take control of his English class. I loved it.

Remy's hands wandered to my butt. He kissed me again, backing me into my desk.

"Remy. Place of learning." I placed a finger over his mouth, "Besides, the idea of having sex on Scott's desk is just a bit creepy."

"Dieu… I fo'got."

"It's alright. We could always go somewhere that isn't a classroom…" I hinted.

"Or dat stick-in-da-mud's desk."

I shuddered and pulled him out of the classroom and up the stairs.

~OoOoO~

"You must have another mutation." I gasped pushing my hair out of my eyes.

"Aw, sweetheart, I jus' like ta think o' it as part o' ma natural charm, ya know?" he teased.

I threw a pillow at him half heartedly. "It would still be natural if it were a mutation."

He shrugged and pulled me against his side. "I jus' have the one. Ya know, dat gives me an idea…"

"No!" I sat up. "That's… what? How? I'm confused."

He opened his mouth and I clapped my hand over it. "Do not answer that."

He poked my palm with his tongue and I jerked back, squeaking. Then I leaned down and kissed him.

"Already?"

"Nope. It's late. I want sleep."

~OoOoO~

"What the hell was that?"

I aimed another punch at Logan and he side stepped easily. I tried again and failed.

"Palm up when you start. Turn your hand as you punch."

I followed his instructions and this time my hit landed right below his diaphragm. I hissed and rubbed my knuckles.

"Did you have adamantium in your stomach or something?"

"Nope." He curled his own hands into fists. "I'm going to try and hit you, don't let me."

He took a swing at me and I sidestepped. Somehow, my feet got tangled up and I landed on my hands and knees.

"Sorry, I'm just… everything from my belly button down is killing me."

Logan turned white and then very red. "I really can't know that… alright, we're done. Get some Advil or somethin'."

I smiled gratefully and left the Danger Room.