Lupa

That night, you replay everything you did with Logan again and again. When you wake up the next morning you still have butterflies and hope it wasn’t all just a wishful dream. You get changed for the day and as you look in the mirror you see the small bruise Logan left on your collar bone. You trace a finger along it and smile. It was real after all. Still, you decide to throw on a scarf. This mark was for your eyes only.

With the extra boost in confidence, you walk into the cafeteria alone. The girls who laughed at you yesterday look you up and down. Instead of cowering away you stand a bit straighter and give them a smile. They shift around uncomfortably. As you walk past them you pretend to lunge. They flinch back and one of them lets out a little shriek and falls off the bench. You quickly walk away to hide your smile.

As you sit down you see someone approaching you. A guy in dark clothes and a leather jacket pulls out a chair and sits across from you. He runs a hand through his shaggy blonde hair. You give him a glance over and put your apple down. He leans in closer. “Nice one back there.” She says to you, nodding towards the group of mean girls you just scared shitless. “They’re all a bunch of self-absorbed bitches. Serves them right.” He smiles at you. You glance at the table of girls then back at the guy in front of you and give an unsure nod. He extends his hand which is sporting a tattered fingerless glove. “Name’s Pyro.” He says. You don’t shake his hand. “Lupa.” You say and take a bite of your apple. He cracks a smile, letting out a little laugh and leans back. He looks you up and down. “Hey, me and some friends are going out tonight. You should come.” He says. You take another bite and chew for a moment.

He leans in closer. “You know I… I’ve seen you around. But you always have the big guys guarding you. Makes it hard for people to say hi.” He says, tilting his head. Your eyes narrow a bit, not sure where he’s going with all of this. He leans back again. “All I’m saying, if you plan on making any friends here you should try, you know, being around people. And who knows, you might even have fun.” His eyes study your face. You glance away. You’ve never ‘gone out’ before. You’ve certainly never had friends. Well, besides Jean and Storm and… Logan. You find yourself beginning to blush a little. “I… I don’t know…” You say.

“What’s wrong? Your boyfriend doesn’t let you go out with friends?” He asks sarcastically, tilting his head and blinking at you. Your eyes go wide. “W-what-” You begin to say before he cuts you off. “I’ve seen you with Logan. How you look at him.” He nods to your neck. “He give you that too?” He asks. You stand up from your chair abruptly and cover your neck with the scarf. He scoffs and begins to speak again but you cut him off. “He’s not-” You say loudly, but stop yourself. You look around nervously before sitting back down. “He’s not my… We’re not…” You begin to say, trying to fight through the embarrassment creating a lump in your throat. “So, you’re single then?” He asks. You shrug, honestly not sure yourself.

“Then come out with us. It’ll be fun. Meet us out front at 8.” He says. Before you can argue he pushes away from the table and walks away. You slouch a little in your seat and take a big bite of your apple. After letting out a deep sigh you finish your food and leave the cafeteria.

On your way back to your room you run into Jean and Storm. You gulp a little when you see Jean, knowing the last time you saw her was when you were spying on her kissing Scott. And how just around the corner you were kissing Logan… You take a deep breath to recalibrate and tell them about how you were invited out. They both light up, ecstatic to see you finally making some friends.

“What are you going to wear?” Jean asks. You furrow your brow and think for a moment. You didn’t have many clothes besides the few preppy outfits the X-Men gave you. You look down. You were wearing some light washed straight legged jeans, a long sleeved top and your scarf you threw on earlier. You shrug and look at them. “This?” You say. Jean shakes her head. “You’re going to a club you said? You can’t go out looking like that. Come with me. You’re a bit smaller than I am but I think I have something that might fit.”

When you get to her room, she rifles through her closet and hands you a very small piece of clothing. “This was my favorite clubbing dress back in the day. Give it a try!” Jean says. You look down at the dress then back up at Jean. You kick off your shoes and begin to change but remember the hickey Logan gave you. She sees you freeze up a bit. “Oh, oh. Right. I’ll give you some privacy. Just come out when you’re done.”

When Jean steps out you go into her bathroom for an extra layer of privacy. You take off your casual clothes and slip on the dress she gave you. It was a tight, very short strappy black dress that stopped halfway up your thighs. The cut at the top exposed quite a bit of your chest. You blink at yourself. You weren’t exactly used to this type of look, but you trusted Jean’s vision for you. Your eyes go to the mark on your neck. Panic hits you as you desperately rummage through the bathroom. You riffle through a drawer and find some makeup. Luckily Jean was about your same skin tone. You dab some of the strange goop on your neck and surprisingly it covers the bruise. You let out a little sigh of relief.

You look down at the shoes she gave you and slip on the black heels. You try to walk but stumble a little like a baby deer. You felt ridiculous. But if this was what a ‘normal girl’ wears out to a club with her friends, you wanted to fit that image as best you can. You take another deep breath and slowly step out of the bathroom, making your way to the door.
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Logan was eating in a bit of a daze. Images of last night flashed through his mind. He groaned a little, in equal parts pleasure and disappointment in himself. He ran a hand down his face. Maybe he went too far… Next time he sees you for training he decided to have a more serious talk and attempt to set up some boundaries. Charles trusted him to be mentor for you. But kissing and feeling you up and dry humping you until he came in his pants didn’t fit the ideal mentorship guidelines. He sighed again and lowered his head.

“Hey asshole. We’re supposed to meet Storm and Jean, you coming?” Scott asks, interrupting Logan’s perverted daydreams. Logan flinches and clears his throat, waving Scott away. “Yeah, yeah I’m comin’.”
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“Hey guys, over here!” Jean waves to Scott and Logan. “Our little Lupa is trying on one of Jean’s dresses. Apparently, she got invited out tonight! I’m so proud of how far she’s come. It’s incredible.” Storm says proudly, almost teary eyed. Logan’s eyes narrow a bit. “Going out, huh? Where? With who?” He asks. Scott playfully punches Logan’s shoulder. “Feeling protective over your little protégé huh?”

Logan clears his throat quietly and rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying… Do you think she’s ready? I mean, she hasn’t bitten anyone in a while. Never know when she might snap.” Logan shrugs. Jean rolls her eyes right back. “Logan, she’s fine! She might be a bit… shy… but-” Jean says. Logan scoffs at her choice of words. Jean continues, “But she’s a grown woman. She needs to go out and be social, make friends, have fun. This will be good for her.” Logan bites his tongue. Any further protest might draw suspicion. He sighs and gives a single nod.

Jean whips around when she hears the door open. She gasps in delight. “Lupa! Wow! That dress fits you perfectly.” Your face grows pink seeing them stare at you in your revealing outfit. You forget how to breathe for a moment when you see Logan. His eyes grow wider as he looks you up and down. His lips parting slightly, but he doesn’t say anything. He was shocked to say the least. Seeing you in your regular, comfortable clothes had enough of a chokehold on him as it was. But seeing you in this dress…. Damn you looked good. But it sure was tight… and short. A bit too short for his liking. Not that he would try to peel his eyes away from you any time soon, but when he thought about anyone else’s eyes on you, but his… It stirred up a new emotion inside him.

You keep your eyes locked on Logan as the others shower you with praise. You’re trying to understand his expression. He didn’t exactly seem… happy. It made you a little sad. The others were so supportive and complementary. You would do anything to hear Logan give you a little praise. Your heart sinks when he opens his mouth. “Isn’t it a little… short?” He says, giving you a quick glance up and down before turning to Jean. “Oh please, everyone is going to be dressed like this. It’s fine. And besides, just look at her!” Jeans says facing you and smirking. “It would be a shame to ask her to change now. Let the girl have some fun, she deserves it.”

Logan scoffs. He lets his eyes glide over your body one last time before turning to leave. “Yeah whatever, have fun getting shit faced.” He says bluntly. Your shoulders sink a little. Why was he being so cold? You let out a tiny growl. He turns to face you, raising an eyebrow. He’s all the way across the hall but his eyes reach right into your soul. After what feels like an eternity, he breaks eye contact and walks away.

Jean sees your expression and grabs your hands. “Hey, forget about Mr. Grumpy Pants. You look great.” She gives your hands a little squeeze. You nod, the little confidence you built up was completely knocked out of you. You didn’t feel like going out anymore, but Jean’s words gave you the littlest bit of strength you needed to push forward.
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Logan watched you from the window as you left with a few of the students. Jean helped you finish getting dolled up, and you looked too beautiful for your own good. He sees a guy in a leather jacket rest a hand on your lower back for a moment as you walk. He clenches his jaw and lets a low growl rumble in his chest. He knew you were strong enough to fend for yourself, but something in him didn’t feel right letting you go out like that, especially with a guy that seemed so… friendly. He stood there deep in thought for a while. “Dammit…” He muttered to himself then grabbed his keys.
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You feel the music rumble in your chest as you approach the club doors. When the doors open you flinch back a little, the loud bass and chatter overwhelms you. Pyro gives you a little push against your waist, guiding you in. You turn to him and growl a little but are cut off when one of the girls in the group grabs your hand and pulls you inside. “C’mon Lupa!” She says and smiles at you. As you’re guided onto the dance floor, two other girls join you with tiny glasses filled with a clear liquid. They hand you one and knock theirs back. You sniff the liquid and recoil, shaking your head. They giggle at you. “It’s a shot silly, drink it!”

You look at them, then down at the drink. You hold your breath and knock it back, choking against the harsh burning sensation. One of them hands you a sweeter tasting drink. “Here, vodka cran, way easier to get down.” She says as she nods at you to take it. You can barely understand her over the loud music but take the drink when she shoves it into your hands. You take a sip and enjoy the sweet flavor. You happened to be pretty thirsty, so you chug it down messily. They look at you wide eyed. “Damn, you go girl!”

As the music plays you start to feel strange. A warmth spreads over you and you’re finding it harder to stand. You feel a hand slide down your back. You turn around to see Pyro. He winks at you. You growl, but he can’t hear you over the music, so you swat his hand away and stumble to the nearest bar counter and lean against it for support.

He follows you over and nods at the waiter behind you. You turn around to see two small glasses filled with a transparent brown liquid. He grabs them and hands you one. You take it and watch him down the shot. You look him up and down and set your glass down without drinking it. “What’s wrong? Not having fun?” He asks. You shrug and look around. You hate to admit it, but you miss Logan. Like a riptide, the thoughts of him overpower you and nearly pull you under. You bring your hand up to your head and wince a little. You feel woozy. You notice Pyro’s hand resting on your arm. “Hey, C’mon. Dance with me. I’m sure Logan won’t mind…” He winks at you again. You take a step back and narrow your eyes. You didn’t want to think about Logan right now... He had too much of a grasp on your emotions. You replay the image of his disappointed look as he saw you dressed up. What was his problem? Didn’t he… like you? You were so confused. You scoff and your claws grow slightly as some anger bubbles up.

You were determined to have fun tonight. If anything, you would do it to spite Logan. You turn back to your drink and knock it back. You shiver a little and shake your head before making your way to the dance floor. Pyro pauses for a moment, watching you as you walk away. You had never danced before, which was made blatantly obvious by your awkward swaying. One of the girls looks at you up and down and shakes her head. She grabs your hands and slowly begins to move her hips, moving your arms back and forth, trying to get you to follow her rhythm. The drinks were catching up with you, fast. You could feel yourself getting looser. You mimic her movements and even crack a bit of a smile. She moves in a bit closer, her chest barely touching yours and rests a hand on your shoulder. She looks in your eyes as she slowly lets her hand travel down your body. You freeze, blinking at her. She giggles when she sees your blushing face. Before you can register what’s happening she leans in and gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

Your eyes go wide, and you rip your hand out of her grip. You take a step back but are blocked by Pyro. He puts one hand on your shoulder, the other travels down your back and wraps around your hips. You look around nervously as the girl steps closer. She rests a hand on your arm gently. You feel Pyro move the hair away from your shoulder and plant a chilling kiss on your neck, over the mark Logan left on you only the night before. You whip around and deliver a nasty scratch across his shoulder. He takes a step back. “Ah! You bitch! What the hell?” He yells. Your eyes dart to the club doors. While he’s distracted you make a run for the exit.

The cool refreshing air hits you as you open the doors. You stumble to the alley next to the club and rest your hands against the brick wall, leaning back a little, your head down. You feel nauseous.

For some reason, more thoughts from the night at the library fill your head. You feel a twinge between your legs and press your knees together. You shift around and plant your back against the wall, closing your eyes, no longer fighting the images swirling in your head. You begin to crack a smile. “Hey!” You hear a voice say. You slowly open your eyes and see Pyro. Your smile vanishes.

“Get… away from me.” You mutter, followed by a soft growl. When he ignores your request, you grow your claws and sneer at him, revealing a sharp fang and even sharper eyes.

“You think you’re so scary, huh?” He says. He puts his hand out, as if to tell you to stop. He slowly turns his hand around, so his palm is facing him. When he snaps his fingers, a hot flame erupts from his fingertips. You take a step back and are pinned against the wall. His eyes dart to the nasty wound you left him, then back at you. “I can hurt you too, ya know.” He says. Your eyes grow wide as he approaches closer. He holds the flame close to your neck. You press your spine desperately against the wall behind you and squirm around like a cornered animal. He tilts his head and gives you a shit eating smirk, relishing seeing the fear in your eyes. “Your little scratch hurts pretty bad… How do plan on making it up to me?” He asks. The fire grows larger, the tip of the flame licks under your neck for a moment. You let out a whimper and look around panicked as he leans in closer. You shut your eyes tightly and feel his lips begin to press against yours.

“Hey, asshole!” Says a voice. You feel Pyro pull away and you flutter your eyes open. You almost begin to cry when you see Logan.

Pyro scoffs. He turns to face you, looking you up and down, then back to Logan. Logan looks angry. Really angry. ‘Tear you limb from limb and wouldn’t spit on you if you were on fire’ angry. You see him clench his hand into a fist. In a state of drunken stupor, Pyro begins to laugh at Logan. “Uh oh, big bad wolf came to save his girlfriend.” Pyro says and waves his hands in the air sarcastically. “Ya can’t touch me. You know how much shit you’ll get in as an X-Man if you hit a stu-”

Before Pyro can finish the sentence, he’s on the ground. Logan delivered a brutal left hook, and it knocked him out immediately. Logan kneels down and lifts Pyro a few inches off the pavement by his collar and gets close to his face. “X-Man or not. You touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you. Got that?” Logan seethes. Pyro responds with a pained groan. That wasn’t good enough for Logan. He tightens his grip on Pyro’s collar and with his other hand extends his claws, holding them against the punk’s neck. “Answer me!” Logan says through gritted teeth. Pyro groans again and nods desperately. Logan drops him abruptly, stands, and gives him a kick in the side for good measure. Pyro let out a pitiful cry and coughs out a spatter of blood.

You flinch as Logan delivers the blows. You cover your mouth with your hands in disbelief. Why is Logan here? What’s going on? You lower your hand slowly. Logan is still staring down at Pyro, huffing and puffing. “L-Logan… What are you doing here?” You ask, your voice shaking. He snaps out of killing mode for a moment and looks at you. His shoulders drop slightly. He stares at you, searching over your body with a terrified look in his eye. He lands on the small mark on your chin from the flame. He furrows his brow and approaches you. He grips your shoulders tightly for a moment. You feel your breath hitch when he pulls you into his chest. He holds you there. You hear his heartbeat loud in your ear. You close your eyes and let the warmth of his chest penetrate your skin.

He releases you from the embrace, but his hands are still gripping you firmly. He shakes you a little as he speaks. “God… What the hell were you doing? Who was that asshole?” You shake your head a little, which only makes you dizzier. You stumble a little and lean back against the wall. He looks you up and down then cringes a bit. “How much did you drink? I can smell the booze on you...” He says. Like he has any place to talk about drinking limits... You look at him in a slight daze and scoff. “What are you even… Did you… follow me?” You ask, slurring your words a bit. You see him swallow a little and take a quick glance around. He doesn’t answer. You let out a tiny growl, shove him away, and stumble down the alley. You begin to fall when he grabs your arm. “Hey!” He says and turns you around to face him, gripping your forearms. “You have to be more careful, Lupa.” His eyes reach straight through you, pulling the breath out of your lungs.

Everything seems to slow down. The blaring music from the club grows quiet. The only thing filling your senses is Logan. His tall strong body in front of you, the feeling of his large hands gripping your wrists, his deep voice in your ears and the faint scent of cigars wafting towards you. It’s an incredibly intoxicating concoction. Not having any prior experience with drinking, you can’t fight the alcohol as it hits you in waves. You feel your body grow warm and your focus lands on his lips. You blink a little then flutter your eyes shut and lean in.

But they never meet his lips. When you open your eyes, Logan is leaning back a little, looking away. He rubs his hand down his neck and clenches his jaw. He looks at you again, tracing over your body, fighting his temptations. It’s almost painful. He closes his eyes and shakes his head slightly. “You’re too drunk.” He says, equal parts disappointed in you and in himself.

Your shoulders drop and you feel your face growing hot. You begin to get tunnel vision and barely hear him when he speaks. “Listen… Let’s just… Get you home, okay?” He says, bringing his hand under your chin, lifting it. Your big, teary eyes pierce his heart like a harpoon. He drops his hand and takes a step back. You hear him mutter some sort of profanity. When he faces you again you notice the slightest hint of pink across his face. He nods towards the car. “C’mon kid.” He says, breaking eye contact.

You leave the alley and walk past Pyro who had just begun to come to his senses and sit up. Logan gives him another swift kick in passing.
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The car ride is silent. You keep your head facing forward but allow your eyes to slowly shift in Logan’s direction. They travel up his tight, torn jeans and land on a hint of a bulge. Your eyes go wide for a split second and you quickly turn your head to face out the window.

“You okay over there?” You hear him say. You close your eyes tightly and try to ignore the tingling sensation between your legs. You start to squirm a little in your seat. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or your growing desire for Logan bubbling up inside you after being rejected. You think back to the library. The kiss. His tongue against yours. Him whispering praises into your leaking mouth. You grip your thighs tighter and feel your heart flutter. You rest your head against the window and let out a quick sigh, fogging up the glass. Against your own will your hips start to move in the slightest bit of a circular motion. The extra stimulation sends a shudder through you. You make a tiny noise, something between a whimper and a soft moan.

When Logan glances over his eyes go wide. You were hunched to the side, leaning against the window. Circles of fog growing and fading around your parted lips. Between glances at the road, his eyes travel down your body. Your dress was short enough as it was, but sitting down it rode up even further and he caught the slightest peak of your underwear. He gulps and quickly veers back into the right lane. He pins his eyes on the road for a moment, taking a quick breath. He tries his best to face forward but can’t help stealing a few more perverted glances at you and your soft, exposed thighs. He bites his lip and curses horrible obscenities in his head as he feels himself getting hard.

When you pull up to the school you don’t even wait for the car to fully stop before you open the door and hobble out. Logan yells at you to stop from inside the car but you ignore him. He slams the door and catches up to you, just in time to prevent you from falling. You try to pull away from him but that only causes you to stumble more. “Hey- stop being a brat.” He says, annoyed. You ignore him again. You let out a frustrated whimper and kick your heels off, leaving them in the grass. Even so, you can barely stand up straight.

Logan sighs. “Jesus, kid...” He says, looking you up and down in your sorry state. He thinks for a moment. “Alright, get on.” He says as takes a knee and motions for you to hop on his back. You look at him strangely and tilt your head. “On my back. Come on. You’re gonna break an ankle if you try to walk like that.” You blink a little and slowly approach him. You stand there for a moment, taking your time looking over his strong frame.

You watch his face nervously, unsure if he really wanted you to crawl on his back. Slowly, awkwardly, you lean over and reach your arms around his neck. You fight back a whimper when he reaches around and grabs under your upper thighs, hoisting you up. Your arms tighten around him, and you bury your face in his neck. He smells good… You feel a hot, almost painful throbbing emanating below. In this position your dress rode up quite far and you felt his fingers barely graze under your half-exposed butt. The shudder travels all the way up your body, and you fail to hold in the tiniest faintest moan against his neck. Logan stops in his tracks. You feel his grip on your legs tighten for a moment and he brings a thumb up to gently sweep across your skin. “Logan… I…” You begin to say. He loosens his grip a little, coming back to reality and cuts you off. “Let’s… Get you inside.” He says in a deep, raspy voice.

You let your head flop against him. When you flutter your eyes open, you’re in your bed. Logan must have dropped you off. You roll onto your side facing away from the door and bring your knees up; your dress lifts completely. The air on your exposed skin mixed with the alcohol and the fresh feeling of Logan in your arms… You let out a hiss when your fingers reach between your legs. You slide your hand beneath your underwear and notice a strange wetness below. You let out a deep sigh as you easily slip two fingers in and bite the pillow to stifle your rather loud moans. Tears of pleasure start to well in your eyes. Logan… Logan… Logan. You repeat his name in your head. Your mind is consumed by him. It’s making you lose control. You start to move your hips to help your fingers get deeper. You squeeze your knees and rub them together helplessly. “Logan…” You whimper.

You let out another lust-filled moan and in your frenzied state, don’t even notice the door open.