Not Mine Alone | By : Karen Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Marie Views: 8060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Every Saturday morning the testosterone-enhanced inhabitants of Xavier's School for the Gifted gathered together to outmacho each other on the playing field in various displays of strength, agility and general cunningness. Jubilee had even formed a cheerleading squad that consisted of a half a dozen of the mansion's most beautiful and nubilung ung women prancing around in matching outfits of indecently short skirts andrts rts bra tops, much to the delight of both the spectator and participant males. Having recently learned to control her *gift* meant that Marie was finally able to join the squad and parade around equally half-naked, showing lots of non-lethal, very touchable skin. This latest development not escaping most of the post-pubescent contingent of resident males - Scott and Logan included. This was especially interesting to note in regards to Logan, who had previously failed to notice that sometime during the past year Marie had blossomed from 'kid' to seductive young woman right under his nose. Watching her intently, Logan wondered if Marie still had a crush on him and if so, how could he use it to his advantage now.
Logan knew that Scott had personally undertaken Marie's X-Men trag ang and hadn't given it too much thought because of Marie's 'kid' status and because Scott appeared to be happy living with Jean. Noticing Scott's reaction to Marie's skimpy attire, though, gave Logan second thoughts - could Scott be attracted to Marie? As captains of opposing teams this morning, Logan would just have to pound Scott a little bit harder just for the hell of it. Logan was even more determined to inflict pain on Scott when Marie led a cheer especially for him.
"Sc Sco Scott - he's our man. If he can't do it - no one can!!" Marie yelled, jumping up and down, her breasts bouncing provocatively.
The fact that she was doing it because she apparently really wanted to flatter Scott made Logan even more furious. Yeah, Scooter was gonna get an ass-pounding for sure, now. The men took to the field with Scott completely unaware of Logan's plan for him. Marie noticed that Logan looked a little more dangerous than normal, but then dismissed it othiothing more than his usual overzealousness for any ctitititive activity.
The game proceeded without incident at first, but after Logan slammed Scott to the ground with unnecessary brute force for the third time in rapid succession, Marie sensed something was amiss. On the fourth attack, Scott just laid on the ground groaning, holding his side and not even attempting to get back up. Marie made matters worse by rushing over to the fallen leader. Kneeling at his side, she lifted his head and cradled it in her lap uttering soog wog words. Logan stalked off the field at the display, seething in jealousy that Marie was so busy attending to Scott that she failed to notice he was leaving. Logan was so accustomed to having Marie's admiration and hero-worship all to himself that he couldn't bear to think of her holding anyone else up in equal, or heaven-forbid, higher regard. He locked himself away in his room for the rest of the day uncharacteristically sulking.
At dinner that evening, Logan decided to do something he hadn't done in a long time, resurrect his shameless flirting with Jean in an attempt to goad Scott and prove that he could play this little 'game' just as well. Logan was disappointed when not only was Jean extremely irritated with him, but that it failed to produce the desired results as Scott and Marie were engaged in a highly animated conversation that seemed to preclude everyone else at the table. They were laughing ananinaning in towards one another as if to share some private joke and appeared to be oblivious to everyone around them. Logan couldn't believe that Jean didn't appear bothered by the pair's apparent intimate display.
"They seem awful cozy," Logan stated to Jean
"I'm not worried about a child, Logan," Jean replied almost indignantly.
"In case you failed to notice, Marie's not exactly a 'child' anymore," Logan bit back, then stood up and stormed out of the dining room before Jean had a chance to reply.
Jean was amused by this latest turn of events, as it was Logan that everyone assumed still saw Marie as just a kid. It had been Logan's shameless flirting with Jean when he first arrived at the mansion that had been the cause of all the tension amongst the foursome, with Marie and Scott both being jealous over the whole situation. Neither Marie nor Scott had retaliated at the time by flirting with each and therefore, Jean never considered Marie any threat to her relationship with Scott. Was she now? Jean pondered as she glanced over in Scott and Marie's direction. Over the past year, Marie appeared to have accepted the fact that Logan thought of her just a 'kid' and nursed her crush over him more privately. True, she and Scott had become close, but it was more in a big brother-little sister way - wasn't it? Watching them, Jean tried to shake the uneasy feeling Logan had stirred in her with just that brief observation and comment.
Marie offering a spoonful of her dessert and Scott accepting it, even letting her feed it to him, upset Jean more than she anticipated. When Marie took her finger and wiped away a little hot fudge sauce from the corner of Scott's mouth and then went ahead and popped the fudge tipped finger into her mouth to lick the sauce off, Jean stood up sharply and excused herself. Scott's failure to follow right behind annoyed Jean further.
It was well past midnight before Scott finally returned to their room. Jean tried to feign sleep, but Scott was obviously feeling amorous and was trying to initiate lovemaking. Unable to maintain the pretense of sleep, Jean rolled over and submitted to Scott's attentions despite the nagging question of what or more likely *who* exactly had gotten Scott excited. Without much foreplay, Scott pounded into Jean with an intensity that scared her, leaving her empty and unfulfilled as he finished quickly and rolled over and immediately went to sleep. Who was he thinking about? Who was he now dreaming about? Jean fell asleep not wanting to know the answers to those questions.
Logan was still upset the next morning and decided to work off a little tension in the gym. Giving the punching bag a thorough pounding always did wonders for whatever was bothering him. Approaching the gym he heard the distinct sounds of Scott and Marie's voices and from the sound of it, they were engaged in some highly animated action. He peeked around the corner of the doorway, trying to stay out of sight and watched unobserved. Scott had Marie pinned to the floor in a wrestling style hold and Marie was giggling as Scott started tickling her, his hands wandering dangerously close to her breasts. Getting serious again, Scott then straddled her, and pinning her wrists to the mat, was leaning in mere inches from her face.
"Are we having fun, yet?" he breathed seductively against her face.
"I always have fun with you, Scott," Marie replied in a husky, breathy voice.
And then Scott did something that truly shocked Logan - he closed the small gap between them and kissed Marie fully on the lips. Logan was in for a bigger shock as Marie returned the kiss, parting her lips to give Scott full access to her mouth. Scott released Marie's wrists and sunk his hands into her hair as Marie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to deepen the searing kiss. A few moments later, they reluctantly parted and Scott stood up and pulled Marie to her feet. Sweeping her up into his arms, he carried her off in the directif thf the showers.
Logan followed behind them, unwilling to believe what he'd just witnessed and wondering just how far they intended to take this. He had his answer soon enough as he watched Scott strip off Marie's workout clothes, quickly divest himself of his own and then pull her into the jets of the shower. Scott and Marie were entwined together under the steamy spray, exploring each other with hungry mouths and caressing hands, with Scott paying special attention to Marie's perfect breasts and Marie stroking Scott's rock-hard erection. Scott lifted Marie up and wrapping her legs around his waist, backed her up against the tile wall and entered her smoothly. Impaled on his manhood, Marie clung to Scott and was soon moving to match his thrusts, moaning against his neck as she did. His hands were cupping her delicate bottom as he increased the tempo of the thrusts, eliciting louder moans of pleasure from Marie. Logan just stood there frozen to the spot, totally immobile and unable to look away as Scott made love to Marie - his Marie.
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