FF: Love Magic (3/?), L/R foof - rated R
- Yeah, you guys are never going to believe this, but... I actually started
writing this again. Yeah. I'm trying to control my shock,
too. ::snork:: Wow. It's been a while.
And it's FOOF! Oh dear, actual FOOF. Jenilou, are you taking note of
this? Cause, babe, I have to say... This is ALL FOR YOU. ;)
Rather than reposting the first two rather lengthy parts, I'm posting the
link to the already-posted bits. I think it'll be easier for everyone, not
to mention more mailbox-friendly. ;) If you haven't read the first two
parts, or just need a refresher, go
here: http://webpages.charter.net/dianthe/lovemagic.html That should do
the trick. :)
Now, on to the new stuff...
Title: Love Magic (3/?)
Author: Donna Bevan
Category: Logan/Rogue romance
Summary: Inspired by a trip to a fortune teller, Jubilee and Kitty
convince Rogue to lay some mojo on Logan. The result? A lesson learned, and
some good old-fashioned, mortifying fun!
Disclaimer: Oh please. Whatever. Go lord it over someone else, greedy
Marvel people. I know they're not mine. :)
Author's Note: I don't claim to be a Tarot reader. Neither am I a
practitioner of voodoo, wicca, the black arts, Santeria, or folk
magic. ;) Basically, I have books. LOL All facts and conjectures in
this fic have been gathered from various sources. If you want endnotes or
a bibliography, I could probably humor you and write one. Maybe. It's
been a while since I've had to cite sources. ;) Anyway, what was my
point? Oh yeah, don't mess with this stuff unless you know what you're
doing. 'Cause, you know You never know. :)
It was an odd sight to see at noon on a Sunday. Two upperclassmen from
Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters were standing underneath one of the
school's sprawling oak trees, only they weren't just standing; it looked
for all the world like they were trying to climb the tree.
"Do NOT let me fall, Pryde," Jubilee ordered. "And if I do, you'd better
catch me. And none of this 'you accidentally phased through me' crap, either."
Kitty rolled her eyes and flinched. "Ouch, Jubes, you're pulling my
hair. And couldn't you have worn sneakers? These boots hurt."
"Dude, stand still!" Jubilee wavered and almost lost her balance as Kitty
shifted below her.
"Easy for you to say, there's no one standing on your shoulders."
"Hey, it's not *my* fault the Prof keeps these trees so damn well-pruned,
"I guess not," Kitty mumbled irritably, rubbing her itchy nose. "Just
hurry up, would you?"
"I am *trying*, all right?" Jubilee stretched farther, squeaking a
little. "It's no use, Kit. I can't reach any of these branches."
Kitty stood, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I think it's all a
matter of balance," she said finally.
Jubilee snorted. "My balance is fine, dude, I just have short arms." Then
her brow furrowed. "Hey, I wonder if I could burn one of the smaller limbs
The brunette on the ground rolled her eyes again. "Not *your* balance,
dipwad. Rogue's. And don't even think about it! The last thing we need
is for you to set the tree on fire."
"What about her balance?" Jubilee asked, scrambling down from her perch on
her friend's shoulders.
Kitty grimaced as she brushed dirt off the shoulders of her favorite tee
shirt. "The whole thing with Logan, I mean." She waved a hand vaguely in
the air. "This spell stuff is all well and good, but the girl's gotta take
some proactive measures. Make it happen, you know?"
Jubilee nodded. "I guess you're right. Not like it's been working in the
past," she pointed out, "but you're still right." She settled on the
ground and picked up a book and a pencil, chewing pensively on the
eraser. "Okay, no oak branches for this one " She made a tiny mark next
to a paragraph. "What was the next spell we were gonna try if the oak
thing fell through?"
Kitty picked a piece of leaf off her shirt and made a face. "Um, the hair
thing. I think."
"Hair thing." Jubilee blew her bangs out of her face and
sighed. "Jesus." She squinted up at Kitty. "I don't suppose you'd be
willing to try and harvest some of Logan's hair, huh?"
Kitty stared at her for a moment, then threw back her head and
laughed. "You're kidding, right?" she wheezed, wiping a tear from the
corner of her eye.
Jubilee grumbled as she slammed the book shut and climbed to her feet,
brushing off the back of her jeans. "Fine. I'll do it myself."
Logan had decided that it wasn't such a bad day to be in the TV
room. Sure, it was packed with students, as usual, but apparently one of
them had fairly good taste in music. Three Dog Night's "Never Been To
Spain" blared out of the stereo, and Logan was actually enjoying himself.
It was merely an added bonus that Rogue was also there, curled up on the
soft leather cushions of one of the chairs.
Logan surreptitiously eyed her as she sat, a magazine in her lap,
half-heartedly watching a couple of the kids play foosball. He grimaced
unconsciously; every time that Bobby kid scored a goal, he winked
flirtatiously at Rogue. Logan's sole consolation was that she seemed bored
by the game, and even more so by Bobby's playful winks.
<Take that, Icecube,> he thought smugly before mentally slapping
himself. He was being stupid and selfish. Honestly, she could do a lot
worse than the Bobby kid; he was nice and respectful, and he seemed to
genuinely care for Rogue.
Logan hated him for it.
He continued to glare at Bobby, rustling his newspaper and turning the page
every so often, and occasionally Rogue would look up at him and smile. He
was relieved that she seemed to have gotten over her melancholy from the
previous night; he had no idea what the catalyst for her sadness had been,
but seeing her in pain had made him lose more sleep than he'd ever
admit. He'd lain awake for hours, wondering if there was anything he could
do to help her.
Bobby whooped as he scored another goal against St. John and Sam, and
Logan's eyes slid to Rogue. She was playing with her hair, winding the
platinum strands at her temple around her index finger in an obvious ploy
to alleviate her boredom. Then her eyes met his and she straightened,
smoothing her hair back into place. Before he could think better of it,
Logan flashed her a wink of his own and watched as her cheeks flushed with
<That's how it's done, Frosty,> he mentally crowed at Bobby Drake, who
looked less than thrilled when he noticed Rogue *not* noticing him.
Logan chomped his cigar to hide his smile, and the look Rogue cast him was
decidedly coy. Then her full lips parted, forming an inaudible
Arching an eyebrow rakishly, Logan mouthed his own silent response. "No
way." Rogue grinned widely and looked back down at her magazine, shaking
her head slightly.
God, he loved her smile.
She flipped the page of her magazine and glanced up again. This time,
instead of a smile, a frown darkened her face.
Rogue was having the time of her life. Bobby was flirting shamelessly with
her, and it seemed to be having something of an effect on Logan. He'd been
glowering periodically at the younger man, looking as if he'd like nothing
more than to rip him a new orifice or two. Then, for some odd reason,
*Logan* had started flirting with her, winking and smiling and making her
insides tingle with his stares.
So she was just sitting there, sort of pretending to read the latest issue
of Popular Mechanics, enjoying Logan's attention, when she saw Jubilee
steal into the room. Instead of being her usual loud self, Jubilee seemed
to be creeping quietly across the floor. That was when Rogue realized that
the door was not only straight across the room
It was right behind Logan.
Oh, jumping Jesus, what was that girl up to? Rogue's eyes widened then
narrowed as Jubilee flashed her a jaunty thumbs-up. She held up a white
cloth and waved it a little, and Rogue shrugged in obvious
confusion. Jubilee rolled her eyes, running a hand through her hair, then
mimicking claws with crooked fingers.
<Oh, no. Oh, no. No.> Rogue shook her head, but Jubilee had decided she
was having fun. She continued to curl her hands into claws, crossing her
eyes and sticking her tongue out of the side of her mouth.
Rogue bit her lip to contain her laughter, but it escaped in a
whimper. She quickly averted her eyes, stiffening when she realized that
Logan was staring at her, a perplexed frown crinkling the skin between his
<Think fast, Rogue,> she admonished, biting her lip harder. It hurt and
she flinched, then ran her tongue along the sore spot on her lip, keeping
her eyes on Logan the entire time.
His eyelids dropped to half-mast and his lips parted slightly, and she
realized with a sense of wonder that he was staring at her mouth. Her
lungs stopped working, and her skin prickled.
Logan was staring at her *mouth*.
His eyes shot up to lock with hers again, and for one magical second, she
read something in their depths - something that wasn't affection or pity or
even fondness. It was hotter, deeper.
"Oh my good God, Logan, do NOT move!"
The high-pitched exclamation startled both of them, and Rogue watched in
horror as Jubilee's cloth-covered hand descended toward the back of Logan's
"Wha--OW!" Logan howled as Jubilee snatched her hand away. He jumped to
his feet, adamantium claws unsheathed. "What the HELL was that?" he
growled, retracting his claws and rubbing his injured scalp.
"Bug," Jubilee answered simply, all smiles and wide-eyed innocence. "Ugly
He was unappeased. "Well, you ripped my goddamn hair out."
Rogue sprang to her feet, crossing the room to stand beside her suddenly
nervous-looking friend. "Logan, I'm sure she was only tryin' to help," she
placated. It wasn't a lie, really; in her own way, Jubilee *was* trying to
Logan glared at her for a moment, nostrils flaring, then sighed. "Don't
let it happen again," he muttered darkly before grabbing his cigar and
stalking out the door.
Kitty rolled on their bedroom floor, silent laughter racking her entire
body. "Poor Rogue, she had to physically stop her pseudoboyfriend from
hacking you into little bitty bits." Tears streamed from her eyes, and she
gasped for breath. "Oh, that's priceless."
Jubilee was unamused. "It didn't have to go down that way," she
griped. "If Rogue here would have let me search his room "
Rogue rolled the short dark hair between her bare fingers. "I told you,
"I know, I know! Out of the question. It's *wrong*, and all that
crap. Really, Rogue," she huffed. "A little moral laxity never hurt
anybody. You should try it."
"Fine, it's all my fault," she hissed, eyes flashing. "Next time, I'll
just let him gut you."
"Oh, you're just pissed 'cause I hurt poor Logan. She waved a hand in the
air around her head. Come on, girl, he's got that super healing factor
thingie, doesn't he?"
"That's not the point. You pulled his hair out by the *root*!" Rogue
scowled darkly. "You see, they make these great things now. They're
"Bite me, babe," Jubilee retorted. "I could have taken the hair from his
hairbrush, and he never would have known."
Rogue stared at her, openmouthed. "Jubes! Logan doesn't use a
hairbrush. That's a *girl* thing."
"What, he doesn't brush his hair, ever? It just naturally goes into those
pointy things?" She poked her index fingers off the top of her
head. "What is up with that, anyway? They're like antennae."
Rogue clenched her teeth. "No I mean he uses a *comb*, like a man."
"Whatever!" Jubilee yelled. "A man that hairy has to shed, at least. I
could have found some hair somewhere."
Rogue held up a hand. "Fine, whatever. Kitty, what the hell am I supposed
to do with this, anyway?" she demanded, brandishing the tiny strand of
Kitty was still laughing her ass off. At Rogue's tone, however, she
sobered slightly and crawled across the floor, pulling a book from
Jubilee's bed. "Um, let's see Okay, braid it into a section of your
hair, chanting Logan's name and your desire for him."
Jubilee smirked. "Logan, hot monkey sex Logan, hot monkey sex Got it?"
Rogue hissed in a breath, then exhaled loudly. She carefully separated two
tiny sections of platinum from the rest of her hair, then began to
awkwardly plait Logan's hair together with the shining strands. "Um,
Logan Sex "
"*Monkey* sex," Jubes interjected quickly. "Gotta be specific."
Rogue eyed her sideways and then squinted, trying to focus on the twisting
sections of hair in front of her face. "Then shouldn't I say people sex
instead of monkey sex? Otherwise, I may end up havin to skip the ape
house next time I go to the zoo."
"Don't be a smartass, Rogue," Kitty advised soberly. "There's no telling
what Jubes will cook up next, just to humiliate and embarrass you."
"Yeah, I love you, too, Kit. Keep chanting, Rogue. Visualize it."
"I hear ya, Frau Bossybutt," Rogue snapped.
The other girls' mouths dropped open. "Frau *what*?" Kitty wheezed,
bursting out in gleeful gales of laughter again.
"Bossyb-- Jubes!" Rogue shook her head in exasperation. "This hair is
too short. It won't braid, just keeps slidin loose."
"Dammit!" she swore. "I *knew* I shoulda aimed for the top of his head,
you know, where it's all long and shit..."
Rogue sighed and blinked as Jubilee frowned and reached out a
hand. "Kitty, the book."
"Jubes, don't you think--"
"The book," Jubilee repeated firmly. "We're not gonna let one little
setback screw this thing up, okay? We'll keep trying until we find
something that works." She grabbed the open volume from Kitty and began to
flip through it. "Let's see Oh, here's--" Her frown deepened. "Never
mind. Where the hell would we get a live chicken?"
Kitty snickered, then tilted her head to one side. "One of these days, my
therapist is going to ask me when I *knew* my life was totally
whacked. And you know what? I'm going to give him today's date, and tell
him it was all your fault, Jubes."
"Introduce your lips to my ass, Kit," Jubilee muttered almost absently,
still poring over the pages of the spellbook. "Oh, jackpot. Here we go,"
she grinned, glancing up at Rogue. "All it takes for this puppy is a cup
of herbal tea sweetened with honey. You chant something, Logan drinks it,
and it's all good."
"Don't forget to say it while you stir," Jubilee instructed excitedly. "We
want this to work."
"Yes, drill sergeant, sir!" Rogue ground the words from between clenched
teeth, the spoon in her hand trembling a little. "Pass me the bear, Kitty."
Kitty handed over the plastic honey bear, and the three girls crowded
around the Star Trek mug on the kitchen counter. They eyed the mug with
the same intense regard they might have afforded the Holy Grail. Slowly,
Rogue upended the honey bottle, and a steady trickle of honey began to pour
from it and into the tea.
Clearing her throat, Rogue lowered the spoon into the mug and began to
speak in a subdued tone. "The honey drops from my lips He drinks my love
in luscious sips." She repeated the phrases several times as she stirred,
all her attention focused on the swirling amber liquid and the steam
wafting from it.
Kitty and Jubilee watched in silence until Rogue tapped the spoon against
the rim and squared her shoulders. Here goes nothin, she announced,
grabbing the mug and heading for the door.
Jubes called after her. Update! We want an update!
Logan heard footsteps outside his door seconds before he heard the hesitant
knock. Grimacing, he counted off one last pushup and levered himself to
his feet. Hed dropped a towel across his bed earlier, and he reached for
it, hastily rubbing it across his sweaty chest. Coming, he growled.
He yanked open the door to find Rogue standing there, all wide eyes and
nervous smile, a steaming mug of something in one hand. A smile lit up his
face. Hey, kid.
Hey, Logan. Her smile faltered, then reformed, and she held out the
mug. I, uh I thought you might like some tea.
For a moment, Logan thought he'd misheard her. "Tea?" he queried, slinging
his towel around his neck.
"Mmhmm," she affirmed, then nodded uncomfortably. "Herbal tea."
"Herbal " For a second, he was tempted to look around for the hidden
cameras. It had to be a joke; it was a nice gesture, but Rogue of all
people knew that *herbal tea* was Well, it was just *not* a Logan
beverage. Still, the growing look of desperate mortification on her face
had him reaching for the mug. "Uh thanks?"
"You're welcome," she choked, backing away. "Um " Her mouth opened and
then closed several times, and she finally emitted a sound that could best
be described as a squeak. "Gotta go." With that, she took off down the
hallway like a shot, leaving him standing there, half-dressed and holding a
Star Trek mug.
Filled with tea.
Logan was still staring down at it when Professor Xavier wheeled by. "Good
afternoon, Logan," he called with good cheer. "I trust this day finds you
He shook himself from his musings. "Yeah. At least, I think so."
"Not quite certain?" Xavier questioned, arching a brow in amusement at
Logan's befuddled expression.
He tilted his head and frowned. "I just-- Here." Logan thrust the cup at
the older man. "Want some tea?"
"Is that Earl Grey?" Xavier sniffed and eyed the mug with decided interest.
"It's an herbal something or other. I think. You can, uh, have it. If
"You're quite positive you don't want it?" The school's benefactor looked
"Uh, yeah. Quite."
"Well, then, I thank you, Logan." Xavier accepted the hot tea gratefully,
then continued on his way.
Logan narrowed his eyes as he reentered his room and slammed the door
behind him, contemplating the weirdness that had just crept into his
otherwise normal day. Not that he didn't appreciate that Rogue was
thinking of him, or anything; in fact, the mere concept made him want to
grin like a moron. But what in hell had prompted her to randomly bring him
tea, of all things?
It made no sense. Then again, Logan had never been able to make heads or
tails out of what went on in the female brain. Ever.
With a sigh and a small shake of his head, he tossed his towel on the back
of a chair and settled on the floor for a set of crunches.
Rogue thumped down the stairs dejectedly. "Jubes This insanity has *got*
"Why? What happened? Spill."
She hung her head, brown and white hair falling over her face. "Logan just
looked at me like I'd grown a second head." She looked heavenward and
groaned. "Tea? Tea! Why would anyone give him *tea*? That's so stupid "
Jubes bit her lip. "Yeah, maybe, but He took it, right?"
"Doesn't mean he'll drink it," Kitty interjected.
No, Rogue interrupted, casting a meaningful glance at Kitty. She's
absolutely right. If I know Logan--
And you do! Jubes chimed in.
Yeah, she agreed glumly. Hell pour it in the sink, then tell me later
how good it was. She pouted a little. Bastard. Always tryin not to
hurt my feelings.
Jubes shrugged her shoulders. "So, we try again. And we try to steer
clear of food items that aren't to Logan's liking. Right?" She looked
around for encouragement.
"Maybe we should look for a spell that has beer in it," Rogue sighed.
Kitty frowned, then started mumbling to herself. The fermented hops drop
from my lips He drinks my love in ice-brewed sips. She grinned widely,
then laughed. Oh my God! That was actually good! You should use that,
Before Jubilee had a chance to thwap Kitty for her irreverence to the
craft, Professor Xavier entered the kitchen and greeted them. "Lovely day,
is it not?" he asked. The girls watched in dumbfounded horror as he sipped
merrily from the "enchanted" Star Trek mug.
Kitty was the first to speak. "Uhh, sir?"
"Did you, uh, get that from Logan?" she asked haltingly, indicating the
blue and white mug.
"Why, yes, I did " His eyes grew sharp, and his next question was prompted
by years of living with teenagers. "Why do you ask?"
Kitty smiled half-heartedly as Rogue dropped her face into her hands. "No
reason." Then she grabbed Rogue and dragged her from the room.
A stunned Jubilee followed. "Dude," she breathed, making a face at
Kitty. "That is eww. Just eww."
Rogue uttered a sound of distress and banged her forehead against the
Kitty patted her back. "Maybe it's a stupid spell, and it won't work at all."
Jubilee wasn't as helpful. "Ugh, or maybe the Prof'll start leching for
you." She considered that for a moment. "Oh man, that's just gross."
Rogue wearily rubbed gloved fingertips over her abused head. "I am goin'
to my room," she said, slowly and precisely. "I'm gonna bury my head under
a pillow and stay there for the rest of this godforsaken day. That way,
nothin' else can go wrong. Excuse me." With that, she turned and headed
for the stairs.
Kitty swatted Jubilee on the arm.
To be continued...in less time than it took me to write this part, I swear.
You can't escape the fact that you're a grade-A dork when you start dusting
your knick knacks with cylinders of compressed air.