FIC: "Ladies' Night Out" (1/?) (PG-13) Logan POV
- I entirely blame the insanity that's been hovering
around the W/R list. All your fault, people. And
don't even think that this is close to finishing. I
have every intention of completely humiliating our
boys while going on and on about their fantastic bods.
But I have to go to work, so it's gonna have to wait.
Until later tonight, anyway.
Title: Ladies� Night Out
Rated: PG-13 for language and entirely delicious
Summary: The X-Women decide that it�s time to raise a
little money for charity the FUN way.
Categories: L/R, S/J, K/B, Ju/St.J, Logan POV
Disclaimers: Do you really want them after I�m
through with �em? I have to warn you, there�ll be
MAJOR trauma-induced psychiatric assistance needed.
Feedback: I live off of it. Just gimme gimme gimme!
Archive: WRFA, XMMFFA, Otherwise ask.
A/N: I blame my own mind and Furball, my wonderful
muse. She�s a doll sometimes. And she lives for
stuff like this. Thanks, Jenn-jenn, for saying this
was cute. Kinda clich�-ful, but I�ve tried to keep
that to a minimum. Fanon is definitely observed here.
* * * * *
�We really need you guys to do this. It is for
charity, after all.�
Those are fourteen words every X-Man at Xavier�s has
come to hate and fear. Would you like to know why?
I�m sure you would. Most of you are women. You'll
love this. Sadists.
We were just minding our business, relaxing on the
back patio, when they came up to us. The angels that
inhabit this huge old place, the shining lights in a
dark world whom we worship daily. Of course, we�ve
each got our favorites, but we know they�re all pretty
At least, we thought they were. That was before the
evil little minxes decided to destroy every semblance
of dignity we men might have once possessed.
They appeared so innocent. My own particular darling
came over, sat on my lap and took a long drink of my
beer. Nothing wrong with that in my book. Watching
those lips close over the bottle�s mouth and pull at
the liquid inside�yeah, that�s all good. I�m sure she
did it to make my brain go fuzzy. Which it does
around her anyway.
�Hey, sugar,� she whispered in my ear. Didn�t mind
that one bit, especially since she leaned into me at
the same time and pressed those beautifully full
breasts into my chest. I have to admit it made me
growl, nice and low like I know she likes it. She
smiled. I didn�t see the determination in her eyes or
I would�ve been scared. Whenever my Marie gets
determined, there�s usually hell to pay � one way or
�What were you ladies up to?� Scott asked around Jean,
who was in his lap. That should�ve made us
suspicious. Jean isn�t one for public displays of
affection on a normal day. Under normal
circumstances. But we were all pretty much blinded by
the loveliness surrounding us.
�Well, we had a terrific idea for a fundraiser for the
Orphanage, and we wanted to hash it out alone first,�
Marie replied, squeezing me around the shoulders and
smiling down at me. She was referring to the
orphanage for obviously mutant children, which
Professor Xavier started two years ago. It was going
pretty well, but the roof and some of the walls were
going to need work soon, and so money had to be raised
Scott, St. John, Bobby and I should have been scared.
We really should have been. I mean, they had
discussed a plan without us. That meant they hadn�t
decided to include us for a specific reason. Of
course, we didn�t think about that then.
�What�s the deal, then?� I asked, naively thinking
they were going to hold a bake sale or something like
�Well, we thought we�d host a sort of �Ladies� Night
Out� here at the School. You know, get a band to play
for free and invite all of the really rich women from
the surrounding towns to come and par-tay!� Jubilee
said from her place cuddle up against St. John.
That didn�t sound too bad, but I was starting to get a
sinking feeling. Ladies� Night Out. I�d heard some
things from women I�d known over the years. That sort
of thing always had a main event or two that really
got the women involved all hot and excited. Usually
involving men. Uh-oh.
�You know, you can�t have a Ladies� Night Out without
a few really fun things to do. And we decided that
you guys should be able to help us out here!� Kitty
said cheerfully. She grinned down at Bobby, whose
shoulders she was rubbing expertly. I could tell from
five feet away. Marie was even observing her
technique, before she turned to give me the same kind
Can I just mention that I do not trust Kitty when she
gets cheerful? I firmly believe those stories about
very friendly, nice people who crack and go on killing
sprees. Not that I think killing sprees are all that
bad in certain cases. As long as I�m not a target.
And the people I care about aren�t targets.
�Umm�how?� St. John ventured. I guess Jubilee wasn�t
doing a good enough job clouding his mind or
something. Although, come to think of it, Marie was
still making me hot, but I now had my mind fixed
firmly on the conversation at hand. I really wanted
to know the answer to that question.
It was Marie�s turn again, apparently. She leaned
down and said with a small pout on those delicious
looking lips, �We want to give the old girls a special
treat, sugar. You�re all so sexy, so very well built
and,� she licked her lips, �open-minded that we
thought you�d agree to help us out.� My girl is one
for twisting you up in what she�s saying before
actually getting to the point. At least when she
wants her way.
�We�re planning to have a wet t-shirt contest.�
Jubilee is less subtle. Much less. �We want you guys
to be the contestants.�
Okay, that got me out of the haze Marie had started to
create in my head. �Contestants?�
I guess it woke up the other X-Men, too. �In a wet
t-shirt contest?� Scott asked. �With a bunch of old
ladies as the judges?� St. John chipped in. �At the
School?� Bobby. Always the by-the-books boy.
�They won�t all be old!� Jean said huffily. I think
she was offended because a lot of the women they were
suggesting inviting would probably be in her age
Uh-oh. In all of their age ranges. Good going, St.
John. I just loved the way they were glaring at us
�Still, I don�t want to go up in front of a bunch of
women and let them judge my body!� I reminded myself
to thank Bobby for bringing the topic of conversation
back to the important part and nodded in complete
My Marie, though, she�s smart. �Logan, sugar, you�re
not afraid, are you? I mean, I know that you�re a
little out of shape, since you haven�t been cage
fighting in the last few years. Do you really think
you�ve let your body go that much?� she asked me
sweetly, running a hand down my chest. My bare chest.
Damn. For the first time I almost hate the fact that
learned to control her abilities a year ago.
�Afraid?� I asked. This time my growl was
threatening. I know it was. But she didn�t back
�I know Scott, Bobby and Johnny�ve been working out,
but you really don�t think they�re more built than you
are, do you, sugar?� she whispered in my ear. I tried
so hard to listen to what she was saying instead of
concentrating on how I could feel her breathe against
my ear and that felt so good�
�They�re not,� I said shortly, pulling Marie more
tightly against me. She�d better not be thinking
�Of course they�re not, Logan. Wouldn�t it be fun to
find out what other women think, though? You know,
I�m kinda biased here,� she said a little more loudly,
one hand playing with my hair.
I gave her an incredulous look. �You want me to show
off in front of other women? Okay, who are you and
what have you done with my Marie? If I remember
right, the last time you caught some women ogling me,
you nearly sent her down to the medlab. And that was
�Ro, last summer,� I said. Definitely couldn�t
believe this one.
Marie just smiled down at me and traced my lips with
her index finger. Which, of course, made me remember
what that hand was doing when I woke up this morning,
which immediately got me hard. She could feel it, I
knew, because her smile got wider, like it does just
before she strips down in our bedroom and�
�But it�s for charity, Logan,� she purred, and I
forgot all about what that smile meant.
Damn. The woman just would not let up. And she had
used that damn phrase.
�You remember Sarah, don�t you?� she asked, her eyes
going all big and soft and misty. Oh, god, Sarah.
The little four-year-old whose parents had abandoned
her in a warehouse in Detroit when they decided they
couldn�t stand that their little girl had blue hair
and pale gold skin � all natural, no dyes or paints
necessary. I remembered the way she�d clung to Marie
and me, and I was even considering having a talk with
Marie to discuss�no, I knew I shouldn�t think about
that �cause then I might weaken my resolve a little.
There were so many kids at the Orphanage�
�It�s not like Scooter, St. John, Bobby and I couldn�t
fix it all ourselves,� I growled out. I completely
contradicted my bad-ass tone by rubbing little circles
in the small of her back.
�Where would you get the materials? The Prof�s
already said that his sponsors can�t help as much with
the Orphanage as they do with the School. It�s a lot
more publicly pro-mutant, and that scares a lot of
them. Not to mention that some of them invest in the
School because we teach mutants whose abilities are
already showing. It�s apparent that the kids at the
Orphanage will be mutants, but they�re not yet. Of
course, that only makes sense in the sponsors� minds,
if you ask me,� Jubilee said huffily.
I looked around and saw that the other women had been
trying to work their men into giving them what they
wanted, too. There was just something so wrong about
that. Somehow. I�d have protested if Marie wasn�t
returning the favor from earlier and rubbing her hand
up and down my stomach. Oh, yeah. I liked that.
�A wet t-shirt contest, though?� Bobby protested
weakly from around Kitty, who was twining herself
�Oh, yeah. You�ll be a big hit,� Jean said, smiling
serenely around at us.
There was something else that was just wrong about
�Wait a second. When are you four planning this
thing? �Cause if the Cajun and �Ro aren�t back from
their honeymoon so that he can join in the fun, I�m
not even going to consider it,� I said. There, that
oughta work. I was sure I remembered that �Ro and
Remy wanted to extend their little trip to Africa at
least a week or two.
�They�ll be back in two days, Logan. We�re giving you
one more day than that. Jean already let �Ro know our
plans,� my Marie informed me. Damn. I guess that
they�ve been gone longer than I thought.
�Look, I�m tired and wanna head to bed. You comin�,
sugar?� Marie asked me.
I love it when she used little double entendres like
that. ��Course I am, darlin�,� I said. She stood up
and pulled me up as well.
Everyone was grinning at us, but was it my fault that
my girl has a big appetite � and not for food? I
heard Scott mutter something about having way too
little time on our hands and grinned when Jean
whispered something suggestive to him. It�s fun,
having these super sensitive senses of mine sometimes.
It was when we were just about to slip into the house
through the big French doors that Jean uttered those
horrifying, dignity crushing words.
�Remember, guys, we really need you to do this. It is
for charity, after all.�
I groaned and Marie laughed. But at least I was going
to get sex. Soon. At the time I thought it was the
most important thing I could concentrate on.
I was so dead wrong.
You know what they say. Big claws, big....
~Sarah says from the Wolverine X-Fiction Site
It's the people who claim they're perfectly sane who really scare me.
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