FIC: Summer's End, 13/?, PG13/R, W/R
- DISCLAIMERS REPOSTED IN PART 0
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Marie had just dropped her chemistry books off in her room and was
heading for dinner. She knew Logan would be arriving today, and was
abstractedly wondering when hed get there and whether shed get to see
him before he faced the Ice Queen in her stronghold.
With thoughts like these in her mind, she was therefore unsurprised to
heard a sudden voice behind her.
"Hey. These preppies been treatin you all right?"
"*LOGAN*!!" she yelped in glee, diving into his arms. Vaguely aware that
they were in a populated part of the campus, she only intended a
platonic-appearing (albeit enthusiastic) hug.
So when he put a hand under her jaw and lifted it for a kiss, she took a
trickle of thought from the contact to find out why he was so unconcerned
with the appearance of propriety.
It was all there at the forefront of his mind waiting for her the
ridiculously uneven fight, the interview, Frostys indecent proposal, and
his refusal. She sighed a little against his cheek. Anger at the womans
perfidy would come later first came the disappointment that Logan
wouldnt be transferring to the Academy with her.
There were a few other things at the surface of Logans thoughts such
as the mischievous desire to put on a scandalous show and warn the punks
away from his girl. Not having seen her lover for a week and having to
say goodbye to him again immediately Marie was more than happy to
comply, running her hands up under his jacket and leaning further into
the kiss. When Logan slid his hands down to her rear, cupping
possessively, she went him one better. Pulling out of the kiss and
bracing her hands on his shoulders, she jumped upward, wrapping her legs
around his waist and letting him help support her weight.
Logan was delighted, though it took an expert Logan-reader to identify
and interpret the signs half-smirk on one corner of the mouth and
wicked glint in the eyes. To the unobservant (or to the audience members
too far away to catch the light in his eyes) he merely appeared
sardonically amused. "I take it you missed me?" loudly enough for the
audience of shocked mutants and a few passing regulars alike.
"Damn straight. Do you have to leave right *now*?"
"Yeah, if Frosty calls the cops to make me leave it could get messy. Im
already wanted in enough states without adding Massachusetts to the
list." (That last being for the benefit of the listeners Marie already
*knew* how little Logan cared for involvement with the police.)
"One more kiss, then?" she cooed.
Not a problem." He made it a good one, too hot and intense, hands
roaming her buttocks in an extremely visible display of mingled lust and
possessiveness. Marie for her part kissed back with fervor, clinging to
his shoulder with one arm while mussing his hair with her free hand. (It
might be her last chance to ruffle those "points" for a while, after
They pulled away with a shared sigh. Marie reluctantly let her legs drop
to the ground. They clung to each other for a long moment, meeting each
"You take care of yourself, kid, till I catch up with you."
"Okay . Ill call you the first chance I get."
"Ill keep the phone on."
There didnt seem to be a lot left to say, really. Marie silently hooked
her thumb under the chain around her neck, showing him that she wore his
tag beneath her clothes.
He half smiled. "You want to let everyone see that, go right ahead."
[Let everyone know whose name youve got around your neck,] Inner Wolvie
Then Logan looked past her to the group of fascinated mutants clustered
on the path within earshot. "Looks like Frost didnt think Id be a good
teacher for you. Not smart. My advice to you is to start looking into
martial arts training pretty damn fast because right now you couldnt
handle a troop of determined Girl Scouts."
With that he turned and was gone, disappearing into the early dusk of
Mysterious visitor having absented himself, the pack of mutants behind
her pressed forward, wanting to know who the hell he was, why he had been
there, what was that about teaching and oh, yeah was that her
That last was from Angelica, and Rogue laughed, realizing that the
moratorium on talking about Logan (and, by extension, Xaviers) had been
lifted. She led the mob into the cafeteria, preparing for a good
old-fashioned gossip session.
Might as well enjoy the camaraderie while she had it because of another
of the thoughts she had picked up from Logan. Plan A was a bust on to
[Time to call your parents.]
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That's all for now, folks!
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Keeper of his Deadly Startle Reflexes, Guardian and Examiner of the
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