Lupa

It had been a few days since the training incident. Logan wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was avoiding you. Whenever you’d see him walking with the others, he’d quickly come up with some excuse as to why he had to leave. Just when you felt you were learning to get close to others, you had to go and let your emotions get the best of you.

You needed a way to work out your anger. If Logan wasn’t going to help you, it was time to take matters into your own hands. You’ll ask Jean or Storm to help you later, but right now you just have the burning desire to punch something.

As you walk into the training room you freeze. Logan hears the door open and turns to face you. He lifts his chin a little and you see him clench his jaw. You stand there for a moment, awkwardly looking around trying to evade eye contact. “I’ll go…” You turn to leave.

“Lupa…” His voice sends a shiver down your body. You slowly turn around and see him walking towards you, his hand placed firmly on the back of his neck. You feel your face grow warmer the closer he gets. And yet you’re frozen in place.

He stands in front of you and you notice a few beads of sweat rolling down his face. He must have been getting his frustrations out too. “I’m sorry.” He says in a deep, almost sad voice. You swallow and begin to shake your head. “It’s… fine. I’m sorry I got so angry.” You stare at the floor while you speak but steal a glance at him. When you see him staring at you it makes your heart skip.

“Don’t be sorry. I was being an asshole. You were right. I am a hypocrite.” He sighs. “I’m a terrible teacher, a terrible teammate. I’m no role model, that’s for damn sure… But whether you like it or not we’re more alike than you think. Maybe that’s why Charles thought this… arrangement would be good. For both of us.”

You smile at the ground and play with your fingers nervously.

“So, if you’re willing… How ‘bout we give this another chance.” He extends a hand and gives a small, sincere smile.

“Yes.” You say simply and shake his hand, feeling a heavy weight leave your shoulders.
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Logan once again instructs you on the basics of fighting. You have to swallow down the strange feelings inside of you when he gently moves you into the proper positions.

“Make sure you keep some weight on the back of your heels otherwise you’ll be easy to pull forward when you throw a punch.” He says as he demonstrates the movement, gently grabbing your arm when you extend it into a fake punch. You accidentally stumble into him, both hands resting on his body, your face pressed against his chest. You feel him grip you tightly for just a moment. He quickly releases you and steps back. “Yeah… uhh, like that.”

After clearing his throat, he asks you to try again and you land a successful rehearsed punch. Once he sees you start to get the hang of things he suggests a practice sparring match. You nod and get into position, growing your claws. You throw a punch, he grabs your arm but you move out of his grip, pulling him forward slightly instead. He loses his footing for just a moment and you take that opportunity to squat to the ground and use your leg to sweep him. He stumbles forward. While his back is turned you move quickly and place your claws gently on his neck. He freezes for a moment. “Hah. Not bad kid. But I didn’t say stop.” He quickly turns the other way, out of your gentle grip and rests a strong hand at the base of your neck and extends his arm so you can’t reach his body. He winks at you. You blush a little and let out a frustrated growl.

You drop the ground, using the momentum to pull him down. You quickly roll away and get to your feet. He slowly gets up. He smiles at you, growing his claws just a little. You stare at his hands, following the thick veins traveling up his arms and neck. You snap back to reality as you realize he’s lunging at you. You move at the last moment but he just barely knicks the side of your arm.

“Ah!” You let out, gripping your arm and stumbling back. Logan pauses for a moment, wide eyed. He walks over to you. “Ah, dammit, sorry, are you oka-” Logan begins to say. You crack a smile and quickly grab his shirt, moving behind him and reach one arm around him, resting on his chest over his heart. You bring the other clawed hand up and rest it on his neck. You whisper in his ear “I didn’t say stop.” You feel him gulp against your claws.

The adrenaline begins to clear and you become fully aware of your hands. You feel his heartbeat, his chest rising and falling. You can’t help but let his scent fill your senses. He turns his head a little, looking back at you. Your eyes widen seeing him this close up, your hands resting on his body. You feel your body grow hot. Suddenly you feel a tap on your arm. Logan clears his throat a little. “Right. Good work, kid. That’s enough for today.” You release him. He takes a step forward and turns to you but doesn’t look directly at you. “I gotta… take care of something, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says as he passes you, patting your shoulder.

You stand there silently. Trying desperately to ignore the pulsing feeling between your legs. You just nod pathetically with your mouth parted slightly.
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As you walk to your room, the sensation between your legs only increases. You let out a tiny whimper and quickly open your door, lock it behind you, and flop on your bed. You close your eyes tightly. Thinking about his strong body in your hands, his musky scent, deep voice. It only increases the throbbing below. You move your hand lower. As your fingers slide across your inner thigh you feel your heart start to pound. Something in you wants to go further. You slide your hand between your legs and begin rubbing in a rough circular motion. You let out a gasp and a whimper. You bring your arm up to your mouth to stifle the noise.

You gently bite into your arm as you apply more pressure, images of Logan flashing in your mind. Thinking of him touching you like this... You bring your hand a little lower and slip one finger in. You arch your back a little and groan into your arm. Your eyes flutter open and shut as you move your finger in and out, adding another when you feel your body begging for it. After only a few minutes you feel a soothing warmth spread over your body. You let out a deep sigh. You lay there for a moment, blinking at the ceiling. The embarrassment washing over you. How were you going to face Logan again after doing… this… while thinking about him? The thoughts keep you from falling asleep.

After tossing and turning for an hour you decide to cut your losses. Maybe reading would help you fall asleep. You browse your collection. You’ve read them all at least once. You look at the clock. It was a little after midnight. Maybe you could sneak into the library and find something worth reading.
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Logan let out a deep sigh as he finished. He ran his fingers through his hair, still unable to shake the lecherous thoughts of you. His desire to have you had only been growing. He was starting to lose faith in himself. Honestly, he felt a little pathetic. He signed again. Sleep was not an option right now. He decided to walk around the halls to clear his mind.

As he turned the corner he paused. You were up ahead, the moon shining through the windows of the hall was lighting up your tempting silhouette. He took a step back and hid behind the corner, peeking out. He saw you heading towards the library. He should turn back. He should pretend he never saw you. He should stop thinking about your soft hands on his body. He should stop thinking about your full lips, your pretty face. He cursed to himself quietly, looked around, and followed behind you.
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You open the library doors and peak around. The lights are out, and nobody seems to be around. But as you take a few steps forward, you hear a couple of hushed voices. You freeze in your tracks and hide behind the nearest bookshelf. When you look around the corner your eyes go wide. You see Jean and Scott sitting closely on a bench by the window. Scott slowly lifts his hand to caress Jean’s face as he kisses her, moving his lips down her neck. You see her eyes flutter shut. You swallow the lump in your throat. Why aren’t you looking away? It was none of your business… But you were… curious. You’d read about kissing in some of your novels but had never seen it. You don’t get much action living in the woods by yourself.

You trace your finger along your lips, your eyes locked on them. You start to think about Logan. Wishing it were you and him kissing in the moonlight. Your hand subconsciously begins to travel lower and lower. Just as you reach your thighs you feel a presence behind you. You whip around to see Logan staring at you, blinking a little. He looks away, acting as if he hadn’t seen anything.

“Couldn’t sleep huh-” He asks but is cut off by you shushing him. You peak back around the corner. Luckily Scott and Jean didn’t notice and are still going at each other happily. Logan raises an eyebrow and peaks around the corner. He sees the couple, then looks down at you a chuckles a little. You shush him again and tug on his shirt to bring him lower so he wouldn’t blow your cover.

“What are you… doing here?” You ask. He leans in a little closer, his eyes narrowing. “I could ask you the same thing.” He whispers sarcastically. You fidget around nervously. He cracks a little smile. “Were you spying on them?” He asks in an accusatory but playful tone. You blush uncontrollably. “Wow. Sneaking out after curfew, spying? You’re nothing but trouble, huh kid?” He says. “Quiet! It’s not like that! I was just…” You chew on your finger nervously, knowing full well he’s got you pinned.

He looks at your lips. He should leave. Now. He should tell you to get some rest. He should ignore where his blood is rushing. But Logan wasn’t exactly the proud owner of self-control. “You uh, read about that in your books too?” He asks, nodding towards Scott and Jean. You become visibly flustered. You shrug off his words and look away.

He runs his hand along his jaw, feeling himself beginning to lose control. Seeing you, naughtily spying on them kissing, your pink lips practically pulling him in. He should turn back now, before it’s too late.

“You uh… have you ever… kissed someone?” He asks, his eyes traveling from your eyes to your lips then breaking away, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Your eyes go wide. You’re silent for a moment. Did you hear him right? You swallow and shake your head no. He turns back to face you. You stare up at him, your eyes studying his lips, his strong jaw, his handsome face, so close to yours as he’s crouched over you, one arm resting on the bookshelf behind you. His other hand gripping his bent knee.

All thoughts of leaving have vanished from Logan’s mind as he looks down at you, your hair tucked behind your ear, exposing your pretty face. He needed to get closer. His jaw tightens a little as he leans in. Your body grows warm. Your eyes quickly flutter shut. You feel a soft pressure on your lips. The kiss was gentle, sweet. A new craving that you find yourself ravenous for more of. As Logan leans back you lean up and meet his lips with yours. His eyes go wide for just a moment before closing slowly. He brings a hand to your face, sweeping it across your soft hair and resting it on the back of your head. You feel his hand grip you lightly as he opens his lips, adjusting his face for a deeper kiss. Slowly, he pulls away, his face still close to yours. He searches your eyes then brings a thumb up to gently glide across your lips. You feel a shiver run down your body.

“Not… bad.” He says with a cheeky grin. You nod slightly, still in disbelief. He looks in your eyes and stays there for a while. Finally, he says “Lets try again. This time try relaxing a little. Can you do that?” He asks in a low whisper. Again, you nod slowly, wanting to do anything to get more of what you just had. He grins and leans in. You let his words echo in your mind and try to loosen your mouth, following his rhythm.

The payback is immediate. His kiss grows deeper. He pulls away just for a moment, taking your bottom lip with him, before going back for more. “Good girl.” He whispers into your mouth. You feel your whole body melt just a little and you fail to hold back a tiny moan. Both your eyes go wide. You both blush. He cracks a smile, looking at you up and down for a moment before leaning in again. He brings a hand up to your jaw and caresses your face with his thumb, wiping away the trail of saliva beginning to leak from your mouth.

You flinch a little when you feel the tip of his tongue glide across your teeth. But you give in immediately, wanting more of what he has to give. Your tongues meet for a moment, and you feel your eyes roll back. You grip the back of his shirt. You feel his other hand gently run from the back of your head and down your neck, traveling to your waist. He gently guides you onto his lap.

His hand runs along your leg as you straddle him. His other hand travels down your back. You feel goosebumps cover your body when his hand moves under your shirt, his calloused hand against the soft skin of your lower back. You inhale sharply when you feel him growing hard underneath you. He tightens his grip on your hips. “Ah… Move your hips… like this.” He whispers, guiding you to move your hips back and forth on top of him. He stifles a grunt lowers his head, both hands gripping you tightly. You lower your face to find his lips again and give them a little lick before diving into another series of deep kisses and quiet moans.

You change the pace of your hips slightly. It’s not faster, but deeper, harder. He breaks the kiss and buries his face into your neck. You feel his hot breath on your collar bone followed by a little lick and a gentle bite. You let out a lustful whimper in his ear. He covers the mark with kisses that lead up your neck, back to your lips. His hand running up and down your leg. Finally, they rest gently under your butt, squeezing lightly. He lets out a sharp hiss and a slow moan as his hips buck a little.

His grip on you finally loosens as he attempts to catch his breath. He blinks a little, as if he’s confused by what just happened. He swallows and wipes his mouth and lets out an exasperated chuckle. “Wow…” He says and he reaches up to caress the back of your head, guiding you towards him to kiss your forehead. He rests his head against the bookshelf and lets his hands lower to the ground. You tilt your head a little, confused. He sees your innocent expression and knows he has some explaining to do.

He looks at you and raises and eyebrow, chuckles and looks away before slowly meeting your gaze. “I came.” He whispers. You blink a little and a familiar blush spreads across your face. You nod and can’t help but smile, feeling a proud sense of accomplishment.

The peaceful air lasts only for a moment when you hear movement up ahead. Just like Logan, Scott and Jean seemed to have finished as well. Your eyes go wide, and you stumble off Logan’s lap. You pull him with you and hide behind the neighboring bookshelf, waiting for them to leave.

Finally, when the coast is clear you let out a sigh. From behind you feel Logan take some of your hair and move it behind your shoulder. He gently reaches for your face and turns it towards him, giving you another deep kiss. He slowly pulls away, leaving a slim trail of saliva. You gulp and blink at him. He winks at you and stands slowly, extending a hand to help you up.

As you leave the library you feel his hand come up to tap your butt playfully. You stop in your tracks and let out a warning growl, your face growing pink. He chuckles.