First Times and Fantasies
Chapter 6
by
Edna and Karen
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SUMMARY: The men return from their mission and then Logan gets a surprise while on security detail the next night.
Note: No, we didn't skip a chapter. We don't actually 'eavesdrop' on Rogue's fantasy, but someone else does.
Dedication for this chapter: To Edna, who honored me by accepting my invitation to co-author this baby and is still talking to me even after I nearly drove her mental with all my chapter updates, especially for this chapter.
Thanks and hugs to my cheerleading squad: Autumn & Leah for previewing this and to Logan's Marie for the intensely detailed beta.
Rogue finished divulging her Logan fantasy to her appreciative audience just as they heard the Blackbird landing in the hangar. The men were back. Now they just had to make certain that they were all safe and hopefully, in one piece, and then everyone could finally relax and possibly get some much needed sleep.
Five minutes later, still in their uniforms, the men entered the mansion. Logan strolled into the kitchen first, followed closely by Remy, Bobby, St. John and finally, Scott. Everyone appeared to be fine, except for their shocked faces at finding the five women sitting around the table in various degrees of inebriation.
"Hi, huuunnny." Jean slurred noticeably.
"Hey, Logan's not being carried in on a stretcher. That's a first." Jubilee giggled.
"Yeah, now Jean can't play doc and touch his parts!" Kitty added with a hiccup.
"I'm a doctor. It's my job to touch parts." Jean announced as she slugged back another shot of Drambuie.
"Parts, smarts. They're all good." Ororo said as she downed another shot of rum.
Logan turned to Scott, "They're all drunk."
"We're not drunk. We're all just a little.......... happy." Rogue informed them before letting out an unladylike burp. "Oh, 'scuse me." She said covering her mouth.
"No, you're a lot TOO happy." Logan stated as he gathered Rogue in his arms, "And now you're all going to bed to sleep it off."
"Okeydokey, Logie." Rogue said as she threw her arms around Logan's neck and snuggled against him, "Take me to bed." She added with a giggle and an exaggerated wink.
Trying hard not to wrap his mind around that possibility, Logan briskly walked out of the kitchen with the intoxicated girl cradled in his muscular arms.
Continuing in his role as leader, Scott instructed Remy, Bobby and St. John to collect the other three women in the same fashion as he scooped Jean out of her chair. Remy picked up Ororo and Bobby gathered Kitty in his arms, while St. John attempted to lift Jubilee, who decided she didn't want a ride back to her room.
"I'm capable of walking, thank you very much." She declared as she stood up, walked two feet and tripped, landing in St. John's open arms.
"Sure ya are, Jubes." He said as he slung her over his shoulder, marching her out of the kitchen before she could protest any further. Jubilee surrendered and lay limp over his shoulder like a rag doll, simply enjoying the view.
The security cameras captured quite a sight as the five X-Men carried the five women like trophies won in some bizarre hunting contest.
Rogue shifted in Logan's arms slightly and pressed light kisses to his neck. It was all he could do to get them back to the privacy of her room as quickly as possible. Logan reached Rogue's room and kicked open the door with a heavy boot. Inside he kicked the door shut once again and stalked over to the bed, where he deposited his passenger gently. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he watched her intently. Her hair splayed out around her, one of the white streaks falling across her cheek, so he brushed it aside, his hand lingering for just a moment.
Rogue looked up at him through lidded eyes of liquid chocolate. Eyes, that when they gave Logan the patented pleading-puppy-eyes look, could make him do positively anything for her. A theory she put to the test many times.
As Rogue laid on her bed stretching lazily, Logan finally realized her current state of undress. She wore a pair of boxers and a tank top, ordinarily not particularly exciting stuff, but on her, it was just sexy as hell. If a Victoria's Secret model came strutting in there right then showcasing the latest Miracle bra and a pair of thong panties, he couldn't be anymore turned on. Rogue was definitely not a child any longer and he reacted to her in a way that confirmed that assessment.
Rogue sat up, and giving Logan a come-hither look, reached for the zipper on his uniform. A look of shock registered briefly across Logan's handsome face. Rogue had never been so brazen. He allowed her to lower the zipper and spread the uniform apart, exposing his muscular chest for her inspection. She ran curious fingertips over the bunched muscles, tracing the outline of his pecs appreciatively. Letting out a small sigh, she pressed a moist kiss to his collarbone, sending a delightful shudder through a very pleasantly surprised Logan. As her mouth moved down further onto his pecs, Logan released a low growl from deep in his chest. Not satisfied with the amount of Logan she currently had access to, Rogue pushed the top of the uniform completely off his broad shoulders and down his arms. He finished removing it for her and tossed it casually on the floor.
Rogue resumed plying his chest with soft feathery kisses and it was Logan's turn to let out a sigh. Tipping her face up toward his, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her soft lips, just brushing them with his own. She ran her tongue over her lips and it was Logan's undoing. Unable to resist the temptation, he captured her lips again, but this time parted them, sinking his tongue into her warm, inviting mouth. Their tongues tangled in a heated dance as Logan pulled Rogue into his lap, her arms slipping to wrap around his neck. His hands started a slow exploration up the sides of her ribcage until they cupped the gentle underside of her breasts through the thin fabric. His thumbs reached up a little higher and he felt her nipples harden instantly upon his slight touch.
Logan was acting on pure animalistic instincts now, not intellectualizing, just surrendering to the overwhelming emotions caused by the beautiful creature in his arms. He never realized before that Rogue felt anything more than sisterly toward him, but this was certainly not something anyone would do with their sibling. Logan wasn't about to rationalize it too much at this point. He tried instead to concentrate on the present situation.
Rogue's hands moved down to the top of his pants, popping open the button and attempting to lower the zipper. Realizing that she would never accomplish that in their current positions, Logan shifted her off his lap, stood up, and removed his boots and pants himself. Never bothering to wear anything under his uniform, he was now completely naked. He sat back down on the bed and pulled her into his lap once more. Rogue glanced down at his cock and let out a throaty wistful sound, then looked him in the eye and gave him a small smile.
"Where were we?" He asked breathlessly.
Rogue answered him by latching onto his lips. Oh, yeah, he remembered. They continued kissing and exploring like that for a while. Logan lowered Rogue so that she was now lying on her back with him above her, straddling her hips. He pushed the tank top up to look at her breasts. They were so beautiful in their ivory perfection with pink-brown areolas and the sweetest little nipples that were just begging to be kissed. He complied, and placed tender kisses on one before drawing the nipple into his mouth and sucking lightly. Rogue let out a tiny whimper. He lavished attention on first one and then the other, while Rogue continued to release soft moans. Then Logan started trailing kisses down her stomach until he reached the waistband of the boxers. Checking to make sure that Rogue wasn't going to protest, he deftly lowered the boxers past her hips and down her legs until they were off and tossed aside. Rogue had pulled the tank top off completely by now and was naked beneath his appreciative gaze.
She let out a silly giggle and then it hit Logan. Rogue was drunk. Maybe not passed out drunk, but enough to be far less inhibited than was normal for her. If he continued, he realized, he'd be taking advantage of her when she wasn't coherent enough to make a proper decision, making him practically a rapist. Logan may be many things, but the long list of his faults didn't include that particular character flaw. He pulled back the covers of Rogue's bed and deposited her there -- unsoiled. Hastily donning his uniform, he started to retreat from the room quietly, noticing that Rogue had already fallen asleep by the time he got to the door.
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The next night Logan was on security detail and bored out of his mind. Switching on the small television in the security room, he flipped through the channels only to find one lame infomercial after another. Who bought this crap, anyway? There was a leg wax from Australia that claimed it didn't hurt like conventional waxes. He remembered hearing Jean's screams all the way out in the garage when she succumbed to that false promise. Next was a new acne treatment. Photos of all those people with such awful skin in the 'before' pictures made him glad he wasn't eating at the time. Tooth whitening products, cleaning products, car waxes and all of them promised an additional 'free' gift, a $20 value, if you let yourself be conned, er, ordered right now. Logan was tempted to call one of the 800 numbers just for a little harmless entertainment. He could amuse himself listening to the droning monologue of why he should buy the product. Why couldn't they do security duty in teams. At least having another person there would make the time go faster. Although, with his luck lately, he'd get stuck with Scooter and he'd rather gut himself with his own claws than listen to anything Mr. J. Crew had to offer in the way of conversation. Either Jeannie had a lot of patience, was learning to tune him out or was slowly going deaf. Those could be the only reasons she hadn't keeled over from boredom being with One-Eye. The younger girls seemed to act all swoony around him. Must be his leader status, cause it sure wasn't his sparkling personality that was the big draw. Logan wondered if Scott had always had a pole rammed up his ass or if this was a new affliction since assuming the role of Team Leader. He contemplated what kind of explosion would be needed to uncork him and exactly how entertaining it would be to watch the results.
Remembering the drunken escapades of the girls the night before, he wondered if the kitchen's security cameras had caught anything interesting. He'd glanced over at the television a couple of times when the women were all enthralled by "Sex and the City" and wondered if women actually talked like that amongst themselves. There was only one way to find out, he decided. Scott had already carefully labeled and cataloged all of the previous days tapes. Thank you, Scooter, for being such an anal prick, Logan thought. He picked through the tapes until he came to the one neatly marked "Kitchen - Midnight to 6am". Without further ado, he slid the tape into the VCR and hit the play button.
The kitchen was empty and nothing happened until the tape read 12:45 am when Marie came into view on the tape and appeared to be raiding the freezer. Logan watched her polish off the Godiva ice cream and then around one am, she was joined by Jean and then Ororo and finally, Jubilee and Kitty. There was some boring ice cream conversation, then something about beer and then, hello, he heard his name mentioned. He rewound the tape to hear Ororo make a claim about him needing a beer and a fuck after a mission. Then she commented about him practicing his stamina for a sex marathon. That got a laugh out of Jubilee and then Jean added her thoughts about him acting like he'd just escaped from prison. Good one, Jeannie. Kitty said something about Marie saving herself for Tall-Dark-And-Growly. Logan assumed she meant him, unless Marie knew someone else who fit that description that he wasn't aware of. He'd have to file away that piece of information for later. Then suddenly the conversation took a real interesting turn. They were going to discuss their 'first' times and Kitty and Marie were going to divulge their fantasies about their first times. Ok, this wasn't going to be such a boring shift after all, Logan thought as he leaned back in his chair and prepared to enjoy the 'show'. He learned from the conversation prior to the start of the first story that Kitty had a thing for Scott, and according to Jubilee, Marie wanted to jump him. If only he'd had a big tub of popcorn to make the 'show' complete.
Logan patiently sat through Jean's story about some lameass named Robbie Jones. Apparently, Scooter wasn't the first pansy she'd been attracted to. Despite all the flirting she'd done with Logan, obviously he wasn't really her type. She probably just did it to make One-Eye jealous and it had worked like a charm, cause Scooter was more her lap dog with every passing day. Moron. No woman would ever have that kinda control over the Wolverine. Ok, maybe one, but he wasn't being manipulated, no siree. Ororo had a thing for woman-on-top sex outdoors, who knew? Logan had to admit that Jubes story was kinda sad. It sure explained a lot about her snarky attitude. Maybe he'd cut her a little more slack from now on, not give her such a hard time when she irritated the shit outta him. Kitty's story - whoa. Maybe he'd show that part to Scooter, see what kinda rise he could get outta him. It sure would make for compelling entertainment watching Scooter interact with her, if he knew how she really felt about him. Not to be conceited, but the fact that Logan had been included in the little mouse's fantasy didn't surprise him. He understood that running around all over the mansion without a shirt on a good deal of the time was bound to inspire a few lewd thoughts from the female population. Ok, so now they'd all told their sordid little 'tales', it would be Marie's turn. Figured she'd be the last one to go, like going to the movies and having to sit through all those previews before getting to the real entertainment, the one you'd paid your $7 to see. Logan put his feet up on the desk and leaned back further in his chair, yup, he wanted to get nice and comfy for this one. She was saying something about it not involving him? Did he hear right? Did he hear Scooter's name mentioned? She's gotta be kidding? He rewound the tape and turned the volume up louder. Oh, yeah, she was kidding. Phew! He focused on the screen as Marie began disclosing her fantasy.
A few hours later, Logan was privy to the X-Women's little secrets. It was, however, one particular woman's story that had perked his interest the most. And he had every intention of making her fantasy become a reality.
"So, she likes the gym 'eh," Logan chuckled to himself, formulating a plan in his devious head. He knew that Marie did one of two things whenever she couldn't sleep, ate ice cream or worked out. To make sure that she couldn't sleep, he would simply exchange the non-caffeine cola she drank in the evenings for regular cola, when they watched the hockey game tonight. That should do the trick. Then to make sure that she chose the gym, he would have to eliminate her other choice. He was pretty sure that the girls had already polished off all the ice cream the night before, but just in case, he would check the freezer and dispose of anything left. He would then sneak into her room while she was in class and remove any of the loose fitting clothing she normally wore to work out, forcing her to wear something tight. Ok, so that part was for him, but he might as well enjoy the 'view' while he was putting his plan into action. He would also have to make sure that he deviated just enough from her fantasy without ruining the overall effect, for her not to be suspicious. It was a good plan and he was proud of himself.
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