FICLET: Like Calls to Like, G, Drama, 500 words
- TITLE: Like Calls to Like
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CATEGORY: Drama, Vignette
SUMMARY: "He tells himself it's just a crush."
A/N: Unbeta'd, written in about 30 minutes at work as a response to
J's 500-word secrets challenge (found through Victoria P's LJ).
Challenge can be found here:
He tells himself it's just a crush. Nothing to worry about,
to get worked up over. He doesn't need to beat himself up over
something so smalleven though she is only nineteen.
Some small part of his brain tells him that she is legal, after all.
When he returned, he started noticing her in ways he never had
before. She was spunky, tireless, and her body was most definitely
female. He never been attracted to dark hair before, preferring
blondes and, of course, redheads, but something about her drew him
in. Was it her eyes, eyes much too mature for her young face, that
made him feel like less of an old man, a lecher, and more of a young,
Or was it her just that her entire being screamed wild sexuality, and
like called to like?
Once, he caught himself staring at her during dinner. His senses
were attuned to her, listening to her breath, her heartbeat, her
voice, watching the way she ate. He quickly averted his eyes,
focusing on his food instead. It was too bad that beef stir-fry was
no substitute for the sight of her.
Is the mighty, fearless Wolverine in love with a girl young enough to
be his daughter? Or, he concedes, to be his granddaughter?
He begins to spend more and more time in the Danger Room, beating the
hell out of imaginary bad guys to keep his mind off of her body. The
worst days are the ones when she insists on accompanying him. He can
barely keep his hands off her as they spar, he in loose sweats and
she in spandex, which he thinks shouldn't even be considered
clothing. Instead of critiquing her after each session, as he does
with the other students, he rushes to the showers, dousing himself
and his lecherous libidoin cold water. And sometimes, not even
He knows he needs to tell someone, to get this off his chest so he
can get some sleep. Jeannie seemed like the logical choice, but she
still thinks he's in love with her, and he hates to burst her
bubble. She's a sweetheart, but a bit dense for a telepath. The
Professor, he is sure, already knows, as he has given him more than
one disapproving look. But can't he see that Logan doesn't want to
want her? That he agonizes day and nightespecially nightabout it?
He tries to get her out of his head, but she's not leaving.
So he goes to the one person that knows him better than he knows
himself to confess what even he doesn't understand. Marie listens as
he spills his secret, as he reveals the desires he's kept hidden for
months. She doesn't judge him when he tells her he's in love with
her best friend, that he craves the touch of a woman many years
younger, that he doesn't want Marie. "Well," she murmurs,
finally, "Jubilee is a beautiful young woman."