Certain Point of View (3/4) R
- Title: A Certain Point of View
By: Mina-Clare Moseley
Characters: Wolverine, Dr. Michaela St Matthews (OFC), Storm, Xavier
Synopsis: Logan and Dr. St Matthews relationship develops.
Rating: R. Language, mild violence and sexuality.
Disclaimer: All things X-Men belong to Marvel Comics. The movie was
made by 20th Century Fox, so they deserve some credit to. Basically,
I don't own 'em, never claimed to either.
Author's Notes: This is part five of the "Stranger Things...." Series
(The first stories are "Keeping Faith", "Ace's High", "All the
Children of God" and "Masks"). They are available at:
Part Three: Logan: The Best Things....
I can't believe what I'm seeing. Two young kids, one a tiny female,
the other a hulking male, are trying to dance together.
"Pete!" Kitty Pryde cries, "You're so clumsy! You're going to break
my foot if you step on it again!"
"I apologize, Kitty." Peter Rasputin had the good nature to blush.
"Dancing is not my forte."
"Maybe I should have asked Kurt to be my partner for the talent show."
I shake my head. I wonder why I am fascinated by this. For some
reason, 'Ro decided to have a talent show for the students of the
school. She thought it would stretch their creative muscles or some
bullshit like that.
Anyway, it's pretty good entertainment. Kitty is about two seconds
away from beating Petey down.
Mika is sitting next to the stage. She is shaking her head. "Would
you two like some assistance?"
My interest is piqued. Mika knows something about dancing? I had no
idea. It doesn't surprise me though. She has a dancer's build.
Gorgeous, lithe..... Argh. I can't get into that kind of thinking.
I've had enough cold showers in the last few months over that angel.
Mika gets onto the stage. "I wanted go to Juliard before my
mutation." She starts explaining to Peter how he should hold Kitty,
and move his feet. I'm not listening to a word. I'm watching her move
with the music.
My God, she is beautiful.
I've tried damn hard to deny how attracted I am to Mika. There's no
way in the world she would ever "lower" herself to be with me. She is
a woman of breeding, total class. She knows it too, and can be a
complete bitch. I think if I were to sleep with her, I might end up
It's been increasingly difficult. I can't seem to tear my eyes away
from her. The way she moves, her calm demeanour, her fierce passion
when upset. Just to watch her live is to see poetry in motion.
Dammit, I'm getting in over my head. I like her a lot, but "poetry in
motion"? Am I fucking insane?
Mika lets out a cry as Peter steps on her foot. It's time to get involved.
"Like this, Petey," I growl, getting up. I sweep Mika into my arms.
"You've got to treat her like she's the center of the universe." I
place my hand on the small of Mika's back, feeling downy feathers.
She listened to my urgings and bends, like a reed in the wind. Her
head bows back, her throat exposed and vulnerable to me. "You have to
make her look like a queen."
Mika sways in my arms. I can hear her heatbeat. It's pounding away in
her chest. She's excited. I take a sniff, appreciating her
femininity. This is the first time I've been able to get this
responce from her without arguing.
I give a growl as Mika spins, then moves close to me again. I can
feel the heat of her body, the simmering sexuality she keeps pent up.
I want her. I want her so badly it hurts. I should just go for it,
kiss her until she is breathless. Mika is available. Unlike Jeannie,
she doesn't have a boyfriend. I can let my feelings go wild.
No. She doesn't want me. Mika hates me. She's said so on numerous occasions.
But why does she stay around me then?
I slide my hand up to Mika's head, tangling my fingers in her hair. I
pull her closer, growling softly.
"Logan," she whispers, "I think Peter has got it now."
"Not yet," I murmur back. I lean down, crushing my lips to hers. I
hear her muffled cry. Her fingers dig into me. I must be hurting her.
I pull away a bit. "Michaela, you okay?"
"You...." Her hand went to her mouth. "You...."
Kitty and Peter are staring in shocked silence. Mika pulls away from
"I can't do this, Wolverine," she murmurs. With that, Mika fled the gym.
Wolverine. Mika never calls me Wolverine. It's always "Logan". I saw
it in her eyes. I scared her. I have never scared Mika. She's been
pissed off at me, but the fear in her eyes sent chills down my spine.
I take off quickly after her. She's been in my sight since I started
the pursuit. It won't take me long to catch her. I'm a hell of a good
tracker, and Mika's not that hot when it comes to running.
I grip her wrist and spin her around. Tears are streaming down her
reddened cheeks. "How could you do that?!?!" she demands. "It's not
"I kissed ya," I retort. "Because I wanted to! I want you, Michaela!
Haven't I made that clear yet?" I pull her close, my look softening.
"I've wanted ya since the moment I saw ya."
"I want you too!" Mika cries. "You make me feel things I've never
felt before, and it scares me!"
I hold her close, stroking her wings. They twitch in responce.
She turns her head up, looking into my eyes. As if in slow motion,
she moves towards me. I feel her lips brush mine. It's like I jammed
my hand in an electrical socket. Mika has never kissed me before.
I've always kissed her. It's feels... Incredible. There's a million
emotions, sensations, rushing through my body. I need to have her
close. I rumble, lifting her into my arms, trailing my kisses down
"Darlin', I need you," I state firmly. I bury my face in her flesh,
taking in her sweet scents. "Let me have you."
She has her eyes shut as she nods. I lick my lips, growling low in my throat.
She's trembling as I take her to my room. I know damn well that Mika
is a virgin. It's been a long time since I've deflowered someone. Now
that I think about it.... I don't know if I've ever been with a
I go to lay Mika on my bed. She shakes her head. "It'll hurt my wings."
"Okay." I flop down on the bed, pulling her with me. She sits on my
stomach, body stiff and unyielding.
"Don't be nervous," I murmur, unbuttoning her blouse. I explore the
newly exposed flesh. Mika gives a moan, her fingers digging into me.
I've waited eight months for this moment. The moment where I could
finally show her how beautiful she is.
Her skin is milky white beneath her blouse; soft and feminine. I run
my hands up her body, gently cupping her small breasts.
Mika tenses at the touch. "Logan...."
She averts her gaze, cheeks flush. "I'm a.... I've never...."
"I know, Mika." I kiss her gently. "I'll be real careful."
I sit up, removing my shirt. Mika sucks in her breath, placing a hand
on my bare chest. I place my hand over hers, running it down to my
fly. She trembles as she feels the bulge within my jeans.
"You got me all riled up, Darlin'." I press myself against her hand.
"You have no idea how many times you've done this to me...."
Mika stands up, methodically removing her clothes. I watch her
intensely. I could never in a million years imagine how beautiful she
really is. I become impatient, pulling her back quickly, crushing her
lips to mine. I make quick work of the rest of her clothing.
Every time I touch her, I feel another jolt. As we begin to have sex,
my mind seems to open up to a million feelings.
It's her. That empathic touch. I can feel her, just as I know she
feels me. She is wincing. I stop moving. "Mika? Are you okay,
"It hurts," she murmurs.
"It'll stop in a moment." I kiss her. "I just stretched you."
"Not that...." She hesitates a moment. "Keep going."
I feel her impending climax, mixing with fear. As she orgasms, she
screams in terror.