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It Happened One Night	By : Karen Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Marie Views: 9397 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: It Happened One Night
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Despite all the begging and
pleading they still don�t belong to me. All characters belong to Fox and Marvel.
Rating: NC-17~ It Happened One Night ~

Alberta, Canada:
Marie�s POV:
The rig grinds to a halt in front of a
ramshackle building that looks like it should have that yellow caution tape all
around it and a big CONDEMNED
sign plastered across the
side. The lights coming from the inside
tell me, however, that people are actually brave enough to be in there. I guess people like to live dangerously in
this part of nowhere.
�I thoughu weu were taking me to Laughlin
City?� I ask Reggie, the trucker nice enough to have given me a ride for the
last few hundred miles.
�This is Laughlin City,� he replies
almost apologetically.
These people have a strange concept of
the term *city* � somebody ought to hand the person who named this dump a
dictionary. Well, Reggie is veering off
in a different direction to where I�m heading, so I need to find a new
ride. Reggie was cool and at least he
kept his hands to himself. He told me
he has a granddaughter my age. Every now and then I catch a break and hitch a
ride with a guy who�s not a pervert.
Okay, so let�s hope my luck holds out, although I seriously doubt it.
Eight months on the road has taught me there�s no such thing as good luck �
only varying degrees of bad luck.
For a city that doesn�t look like its
population even reaches triple digits, this place sure is crowded. The entire populace must be here tonight, so
either this dump is *the* place to be or they�re all desperate to inhale all
this delightful second-hand smoke. They
should hand out oxygen masks and portable tanks at the door. The Lung
Association would have a field day with this place.
/p>

There�s some type of cage in the middle
and that seems to be where all the action is, so I make my way over just in time
to see some guy hit the concrete floor.
Ouch, that would�ve hurt, if he hadn�t already been unconscious. At that moment the guy who flattened him
turns around and I catch my breath. Damn, that is one fine specimen of
man. He�s dressed in only a pair of
faded jeans that are so tight I can see which way he *dresses*. My eyes burn a
trail over his amazing bare chest and I instantly need a clean pair of panties.
Crap, he�s looking right at me. Even in the dim light and through the smoky
haze, I can see that his eyes are green flecked with brown and at this moment
they�re burning right through me. I
feel like I�ve been singed, the heat is that intense.
The emcee makes an announcement that
interrupts the sultry moment.
�Gentlemen, in all my years... I've never
seen anything like that... Are you gonna let this man walk away with your
y?� As the man enters the cage, the walking definition of perfection
gives me a wink before turning to face his latest victim. At first it seems
that the other man is going to win as the hottaketakes blow after blow. I�m
mentally screaming, �Not in the face � don�t hit his face.� I guess the
hottie�s finished playing with the guy and decides to knock him out with a head
jab. The other guy hits the concrete hard and Mr. Perfect Chest gives him a
final kick before heading out of the cage.
The emcee�s
voice booms out, �Ladies and gentlemen tonight's winner and still king of the
cage, the Wolverine.�

The Wolverine
steps out of the cage and starts to put his clothes back on. He slips on
several layers and damn there goes my view.
Meanwhile, I�m having dirty thoughts, as I imagine ripping those pesky
layers right back off of him.
I fantasize
about how all those hard muscles would feel under my hands and mouth. How, with
soft kisses, I�d follow the line of hair from his perfect chest all the way
down his taut stomach and to the treasure currently hidden beneath tight
denim. My body temperature suddenly
rises several degrees. I need to be
hosed down, but I�ll have to settle for a cold drink.
I head over to
the bar with the faint hope that this place also serves something a little more
solid than just liquid. Rummaging
around in my pockets I come up with a grand total of $1.57. Hell, even the Grand Slam at Denny�s is
$2.99. Not that it would�ve done me any good anyway, the place doesn�t serve
food the bartender informs me. I order water and just give a weak smile when
the bartender asks me if I want that on-the-rocks or not. Oh, ha ha, very
funny. As he places the glass in front of me I�m tempted to ask how much it
would cost to have it served in a clean glass � yuck, what�s that floating in
there? I toss the odd seven cents into the large glass jar with a hand written
sign taped to it that reads �Tipping is not a city in China� � cute.
Just then the
object of my overly fertile imagination saunters over, sits down and orders a
beer. Christ, he�s even better looking close up. The bartender hands him a wad
of cash � well, at least he can afford to ask for a clean glass. He glances
over my way and I avert my eyes quickly.
Not that I don�t want to look, but my momma always told me it was rude
to stare. I steal little peeks and find him looking at me each time. That�s interesting.
All kinds of
rude thoughts continue floating through my lust-addled brain. Well, I *am*
seventeen and apart from my mutation, a normal hormonal being after all.
Anyway, the man could make a nun forget her vow of chastity he�s that
delectable. Just then the bartender interrupts my train of thought that�s
pleasantly hurtling toward Smutville.
�You want
something new, honey? Or are you sticking with water?� He asks, as he moves the
tip jar further away from me. What does he think I�m gonna do, try to make a
run for it with the whole ten bucks worth of coins in there? Yeah, like that
would get me real far.
�Listen, honey,
you need some cash?�
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