Lollipops and Leather
by
Lachlanrose
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Never were. Never will be. *scuffs toe in the dirt*
Feedback: Sure, why not. I'm feeling lucky today. *grin*
Notes: This fic is a companion piece to Karen's 'Next Stop, The Twilight Zone'. Time line wise, think of it as a few months later...
All of the characters in this fic are of legal age.
"You're sure about this, Rogue?"
"Um hmm. Yes. Definitely." She nodded enthusiastically. "Besides, why should you and Scott get to have all the fun?"
"Rogue!"
"Come on, Jean. You've gotten how many of those packages now? Five?"
Jean sat back and took another sip of wine, smiling as she mumbled something under her breath that sounded a whole lot like 'five that you know about, anyway'.
"Jean!" Marie scolded.
Jean only smirked and poured herself a little more wine. She put on her best 'innocent girl' face and stifled a laugh. "What?"
"Hmmm... So that's the reason Scott was late for class on Monday. I thought he looked kinda flushed when I saw him scurrying down the hall. And just for the record, those bambi eyes don't work on me." Marie quirked an eyebrow at Jean in a very Loganesque kind of way. "Besides, my room is just down the hall from yours... Even without Logan's enhanced hearing-"
"Alright, alright already." Jean threw up her hands in defeat. "Can we just get on with it, please?"
"Finally." Marie turned her chair back around and put her hands on the keyboard. "Where to?"
"WWW," Jean giggled.
"I got that part already, Jean." Marie called over her shoulder.
"Lollipop lingerie dot com." Ok, so it sounded a little silly when she said it out loud, but still...
Marie erupted in a fit of giggles. "Lollipop lingerie? You've got to be kidding," but she went ahead and typed it in anyway.
"Don't knock it 'till you've tried it." Jean's eyes sparkled.
Marie rolled her eyes. "Well, that's the general idea." She grinned and tucked a long platinum lock behind her ear as she waited for the page to load. "Wow," she said quietly, taking a large swallow from her own glass of wine.
"Told you." Jean sat back on Rogue's bed. "So, where to first?" She asked, absent-mindedly playing with the stem of her wine glass. "What do you think he would like to see you in?"
Marie read through the list. Tempting lingerie, catsuits and bodystockings, erotic gowns, bikinis and more, leather and fetish...
Hold the phone, sugar. I think we have a winner...
She finished reading the list just in case, filing 'costumes and funwear' away for further investigation at a later date. A much later date when Jean wasn't reading over her shoulder.
"Let's try this one," she said clicking on 'tempting lingerie'. Going right for the leather probably wasn't such a hot idea with Jean sitting right there. A little decorum if you please, Marie. She snorted at her own thoughts.
Yeah, right. I'll just work my way up to that... Ok, starting off nice and slow... Nothing wrong with a little 'tempting lingerie', no sir... Hmm... babydolls and teddies... Sweet smokin' Jesus, it's a good thing we've had some wine or this would be really embarrassing. Marie shot a look at the bottle. Thank you, Chateau Ste. Michelle.
Marie giggled and took another sip, as images of scantily clad women popped up. From the bed Jean laughed. "That one on the bottom left bought the two of you a Scott-free Saturday afternoon last weekend." She burst into laughter at her own little joke. You two 'got off' Scott-free. Hahahah. She wiped the tears from her eyes and attempted to rein herself in a bit. Rogue was still rather new to all of this.
Marie's brow furrowed. What were we doing last Saturday? It came back in a flash. Part store. Bike. Garage. Correction, empty garage. Getting distracted by a certain clawed badass who insisted on rubbing his dirty greasy hands all over me. Shouting at the top of my lungs as he... Oh. Thank God, Scott didn't interrupt that. Logan takes his uh, 'bike maintenance' very seriously.
Jean shot her a knowing look.
Damned telepaths.
{I heard that.}
"Ok. More surfing. More drinking. Less thinking. Less thought reading," Marie said flippantly as she clicked through a few more pages.
"Sounds good to me." Jean poured herself another glass and handed the bottle to Marie.
"Thanks." She upended the bottle and filled her glass, before setting the empty bottle on her desk. Fortified by the heady merlot, she decided she was ready to take a little tour through the leather section.
"Leather? You sure don't do anything half-way, do you, Rogue?" Jean chuckled from the bed. "Although, considering it's Logan that you're-"
"Hey! I didn't give you any crap about the red lace teddy!"
"Point taken. Lead on, McDuff."
By the time Marie had turned her attention back to the screen, it was filled with pictures of women in various configurations of leather lingerie. Her eyes widened and her 'inner Logan' snapped to attention. ~Hello~
Oh, yeah. Definitely the right choice.
He liked the leather - just not that strappy dominatrix look. After what he'd been through, he had no desire to have her control him like that or to see her looking subjugated in such a way. Her 'inner Logan' was adamant about that. No chains. No collars. Fine with me, sugar. Besides, she already had some idea of what she was looking for.
"Come on, choose one already, Rogue. It's almost eleven. Scott's gonna wonder where I am." She grinned as she finished the last of her wine. "I don't think he'd care for the answer, 'I was picking out lingerie for the Wolverine'." She snickered as she lay back on the bed and enjoyed her buzz. "Just channel the 'Logan' in your head or whatever it is you do." Jean hiccupped. "And pick one."
Marie closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them, looking intently at the screen. She held out one finger and tapped the screen. "That one, Red."
Jean shivered. It always made the hair on the back of her neck stand up when Rogue did that. She picked her head up off the bed and looked at 'Rogue's' choice; a black leather bustier that laced up the front and a black leather garter belt. "Interesting choice."
Rogue quirked an eyebrow at her just the way Logan always did, and she turned back around to the computer growling something under her breath that sounded, at least to Jean, a lot like, "Can it, Red. She'd look like hell on fire in that getup."
"Um, Rogue? That's not going to come with the stockings or panties."
Yup, learned that one the hard way, didn't you Jean. Shut up, Jean. Shit. Drunk telepaths are a real pain in the ass you know that? Yes. ARGH!
"Sorry, what were you saying, Rogue?" Jean rolled her eyes as Rogue giggled. Obviously the 'Logan' in her head was gone because she couldn't imagine him giggling at all.
"I said, I picked out the stockings I wanted, but I'm gonna pass on the panties."
"Is that so?" Jean shot her a naughty look.
"God, Jean. You're such a pervert," she teased. "I didn't mean it like that! I've got some that will do."
"What's wrong with those?" Jean pointed to the matching leather panties.
"Umm... Nothing I guess. It's just that-" She broke off, blushing. "Never mind."
"Uh-uh. You're not getting out of it that easily." Jean sat up, swaying slightly. "You owe me for all that distracting I've been doing on your behalf." She tried to sound serious but giggles kept interrupting at the most inopportune time. "Time to pay up."
There was a long moment while Marie considered this. She finished ordering and closed the link before shooting Jean a wicked look over her shoulder. Glaring at her empty wine glass, she spun around in her chair a little unsteadily and looked at Jean. Marie's eyes were very bright and she leaned in closer to Jean and whispered loudly, "I've already got some that'll work. I'm not paying twenty-five bucks for something he's just gonna cut off the first chance he gets. You wouldn't believe how many panties I go through and-"
Uh oh. Time to shut up now, Marie. Marie clapped a hand over her mouth.
Jean's eyes were huge and she was shaking with laughter. "Haha! I bet he's all 'Grrr' and 'C'mere baby'." Jean stood up on wobbly legs and braced her legs apart in what was obviously her impression of a 'Wolverine' stance. She made two fists and then flung them out to her sides. "Snikt," she roared and jumped at Marie.
Marie hooted with laughter and promptly fell out of the chair, landing next to Jean, whose rather uncoordinated jump had already caused her to be a little more up-close-and-personal with Marie's floor that she was normally used to.
"Oh. My. God. You did NOT just do that!" Rogue managed to get out between bouts of uncontrollable laughter.
"I sure as hell did." Jean snickered, from her undignified position on the floor.
"Well, you forgot the 'MINE'!!! That usually follows the um, 'snikt' part." Marie clapped her hand over her mouth again, as her comment sent Jean into another fit of laughter.
Unaware both Scott and Logan were looking for their women, they made no effort to contain their laughter. "Just a second, Rogue. I'm gonna - I'm gonna try that again." Jean stood up and took a few steps with an exaggerated swagger. "You're a dick!" She shouted before making the claw release motion once more.
Marie climbed back up into her chair and dissolved into peals of laughter. "Wait - wait. I got it." She brought her hand to her temple stiffly in a rather uncanny impression of Scott touching his visor. "Shut up, 'skunk bear' before I blast you into the middle of next week."
Jean was stunned for a moment and then she collapsed onto the bed, howling with laughter.
The door of Marie's bedroom flew open. "What the flamin' hell's goin' on in here?" Logan's large frame filled the doorway.
Shit.
{You can say that again.}
Shit.
{Shut up, Rogue.}
They both burst into laughter again.
"I found 'em." Logan turned his head, addressing someone down the hall. In a minute Scott appeared behind Logan in the doorway.
"I suppose you two have a good explanation for this?" Scott asked bemusedly.
"We were just-" Marie broke off as Jean's voice echoed again in her mind.
{Yeah, go on. Do it. Tell him I was just helping you pick out some black leather lingerie for the skunk bear.}
Scott and Logan looked on in amusement as both Jean and Rogue exploded into fits of laughter once again.
Logan crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm still waitin' for that explanation, darlin'."
"Umm... Well, we had some wine and then - and then..." Marie looked to Jean for some assistance and wobbled slightly in her chair.
"Christ, how much did you have to drink, darlin'?" He grinned smugly. "Just 'cause you got me in here," he tapped his head, "doesn't mean you can put it away like I can."
Scott rolled his eyes. "Jesus, Logan. Get over yourself." He pushed past Logan and pulled Jean to her feet. "I think you've had enough, honey. What were you drinking anyway?" He looked over at the empty bottle. "Hey, we were saving that!"
Jean's eyes glittered. "Rogue and I were... um, celebrating. Yeah, celebrating her um... We were celebrating." She repeated firmly, daring either of the two men to dispute her claim. "Besides," she purred, "I'll make it up to you, Scott." Jean wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively.
"This is where a smart leader would cut his losses and leave with his girl." Logan said from the doorway. He knew Jean had been distracting Scott from their relationship in the beginning, but Scott was well aware of that fact now, and played along accordingly.
"Thank you, oh Master-of-the-Obvious, but I think I can manage without any help from you." Scott shot back.
Marie giggled.
"Fine by me. I ain't stoppin' ya," Logan growled as he kicked the door wide open with his boot. "Get goin', already. And don't let the door hitcha in the ass on the way out."
Scott ignored Logan. "Say goodnight, Jean." Scott ordered as she scooped Jean up in his arms and held her against his chest.
"Goodnight, Jean," she giggled from Scott's arms as they disappeared through the door.
Logan kicked it shut behind them and turned to face Marie. "You gonna tell me what that was about, darlin'?"
"Gee, let me think, sugar.... Umm... Nope." She grinned mischievously and flashed him her 'please throw me down and ravish me, Logan' look.
Logan uncrossed his arms and a slow wicked smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He was more than a little curious about what she and Jean had been up to in here, but he was curious, not stupid. He was alone with a tipsy Marie. By the smell of things, a tipsy aroused Marie... and she'd given him 'the look'. This turn of events had definite possibilities. He quirked an eyebrow at her as she stood up and began to strip.
"You gonna take advantage of me, sugar?" She teased as she threw the last of her clothes into a dark corner and reached for him.
"Hell, yeah, darlin'."
He growled deep in his chest as he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her. To hell with knowing what she and Jean were up to. He had far more important things on his mind at the moment.
"Well, what are you waiting for, sugar?" She asked breathlessly as she stared up into his dark, heavy lidded eyes.
"Not a damn thing, darlin'," he whispered roughly as his mouth descended on hers.
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