FIC: Choices, 3/?, R/NC17, W/R R/G W/f
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"run desire run this sexual being run him like a blade to and through the
heart no conscience one motive to cater to the hollow
screaming feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacify this
"the hollow," by A Perfect Circle
Cicely had a mutant healing factor, and the enhanced senses that seemed
to be the inevitable corollary. This was not the first thing that
intrigued Logan about her, and it damned sure wasnt what intrigued most
other male occupants of the household and not a few females as well.
Cissy was tall right at six foot blond, blue-eyed, with strong but
well-balanced features and whisper-smooth skin. To say nothing of being
built like a brick outhouse.
She was stacked. She was also strong and fast, and temperamental. Logan
had more than a suspicion that Sabretooth may have been passing through
Wisconsin twenty-odd years ago. This idea bothered him not at all the
girl couldnt help who her parents were, and even if Sabe *was* her
father he hadnt had anything to do with the raising of her. In fact, it
was pretty goddamn funny to think of the opposition having added to the
X-Mens number, even if in a long-delayed and indirect fashion.
Ciss was well past her school days when she was brought to Chuckies
attention, but she came to Westchester willingly enough, to learn about
her mutation and join the team. What teaching she *did* need was mainly
along the lines of learning to use her enhanced abilities to their
fullest potential and training in physical combat both of which Logan
was the most qualified to help her with.
As far as Cicely was concerned, it was nothing short of a sign from God
to find a man who shared her particular mutation despite being completely
unrelated. (Which he was the shared abilities were just unique enough
to be worth having Hank McCoy run a quick blood test on the pair of them
to rule out a familial relationship. The X-Men not having access to any
samples of Victor Creeds DNA, Logan kept his suspicions along those
lines to himself since they couldnt be verified or disproved.) Getting
to spend so much one-on-one time with Logan suited her just fine, while a
number of the unattached X-Males ground their teeth at how unbelievable
lucky a bastard Wolvie was for getting to run off into the woods for
"tracking lessons" with a Norse goddess.
The tracking was fun learning how to use her enhanced senses, and how
to handle herself out where her mutation could really be tested against
the environment, whether in the comparatively tame woods surrounding the
school or out on a camping trip to somewhere wilder. But what really got
Cissys blood going was the combat sessions, sweat and muscle exertion
and instincts assuring her that she was currently wrestling with a prime
alpha male specimen of her own species.
As far as Cissy was concerned, it was a match made in heaven. It was so
obvious it didnt bear mentioning.
Logan would have been very surprised indeed had she ever mentioned it to
*him*. Because what was obvious to *him* was that Marie for whatever
incomprehensible reasons was currently favoring that dickheaded Cajun
over himself, and such a situation was so ludicrous as to almost
*require* an eventual change for the better. The man was clearly a prize
flake, and once the new wore off, Marie had too much sense to stick with
him for life. Wasnt the American divorce rate at about 50%? So despite
her marriage to his rival, he remained hopeful.
And in the meantime, he occupied some of his spare time with other women.
Ciss was his first fling under the roof of the X-Mansion itself, and he
went into it with preconceptions shaped by his sex life up to that point.
He was used to having a lot of meaningless sex, based on physical
attraction and the adrenaline buzz following a good fight. Cissy was
clearly cut from the same fabric as himself, and he wasnt at all averse
to a good rowdy fuck after a practice session in the Danger Room, or
better yet after getting back from a mission (especially once Ciss made
full teammember). It was fun, it was convenient not to have to go into
town to get laid, and there wasnt a whole hell of a lot of talk
They *should* have talked. They really should have.
She Whose Quotations Are Both Exotic and Appropriate
Keeper of his Deadly Startle Reflexes, Guardian and Examiner of the
Adamantium-Revealing X-Rays, and Official Listener for the Occasional
"When did things start going so bad? I've been talking to dead rabbits
and feeding bloody walls. I've done horrifying things with salad tongs.
It's really eaten into my social life."
-- Johnny C, JOHNNY THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC #6, by Jhonen Vasquez
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