The Teacher, Part Four -
With Clothes On
by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net
For disclaimer see part one.
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The hours Logan had spent watching other women apply make-up helped her enormously as she got ready. Her cheeks were still a little red from their exertions, but she left them alone when Logan reliably informed her that they made her look even sexier.
It almost felt as if it were his hands that were applying the eye shadow, the lipstick…closing her eyes she let the hands - his hands - do the work. It was if she wasn't involved at all. She could feel the smoothness of his hands brushing against the skin of her face, pulling the brush through her hair, removing her clothes until she stood, naked, in front of the mirror.
{This is it, Logan. This is the body that carries you around.}
{I couldn't ask for a more perfect one.}
His breath was hot on her neck, his hands cupping her breasts. {Liar,} She replied, gasping, not caring. {But we're going to be late.} She felt him pull away, regretfully. {Help me pick an outfit.}
*
In the end they opted for simply jeans with a short-sleeved shirt. The gloves this time went over her elbows, leaving the temptation of just a few inches of skin between the gloves and the sleeves of her shirt.
Seduction by surprise.
He would never see it coming.
Shrugging on her jacket, Rogue fluffed her hair up and headed out of the building. Well, more like sneaked out. Thankfully, another of Logan's gifts meant she had become more adept at moving quietly, at being unseen. She was supposed to be back in by 10pm, but in all honesty she didn't want anyone knowing she was even out. The girls had promised to cover for her, and she hoped Bobby had a similar arrangement.
She had the feeling he had.
He was at the bench, as agreed, and when she arrived he smiled at her for a very long time. Eventually, he held out his hand. "Shall we?"
Rogue took it, feeling Logan smiling in her head. "Yes. We shall."
*
The movie was boring as hell. One of those lovey-dovey happy ending things that made her stomach turn.
Or was it Logan's stomach?
Pretty much amounted to the same thing - her taste for steaks had been almost non-existent before him. Now they were a regular part of her menu.
Bobby hadn't said much, which was probably a good thing. She hated people who felt they had to fill up a silence with inane chatter.
{Like Dolcie.}
{Yeah,} Rogue agreed, trying not to dredge up the memory. {Like Dolcie. I gotta tell ya Logan, for every fucking good lover you've had, you've had your fair share of those who wouldn't shut up.}
{She was still a good fuck.}
{True.} Her gaze slid towards Bobby. {Speaking of which…} They were walking along the main street, having just emerged from the theatre. It was still quite busy - a fair amount of traffic, the odd person here and there…
And just to the right, there, was an alleyway.
{Oh Logan…}
{Perfect Marie.}
Grabbing Bobby's hand, she pulled him into the alleyway. "Here. This is a shortcut."
He didn't believe the lie for a second, but he didn't hesitate either.
The smells of the alleyway were perfect. Rubbish, sweat, blood.
Sweat.
They had just passed a large pile of rubbish when she pushed him against the wall. "Okay, what's your problem?"
"Problem?"
"You've been staring at me all night. When are you going to do something?"
One of his hands grabbed her waist. "You mean something like that?"
"Something like that," She nodded, smiling. "Only something more."
Bobby's eyes were wide, fevered, as if he wasn't really aware of what he was doing. His hand moved under her jacket, over her shirt, until it reached her left breast. "Like this?" He whispered.
"Much better," She murmured, feeling her teacher look on as she reached around and pulled him away from the wall a little, her hand clasping firmly onto his butt and pushing their bodies together.
His breath was harsh already. {He really hasn't had much experience, has he?}
{Nor had you.}
{Fair enough.}
"Marie,"
"Mmm?" She wetted her lips, enjoying his reaction.
"We really shouldn't…I don't know if we even can because of your gift…and you're not even old enough…"
Logan laughed - long and hard - at that one. So did she. "Not old enough? Bobby, I've already had a boyfriend, Magneto, and the supposedly immortal Wolverine up in this head. Old enough is definitely," She brushed her free hand over his groin; listened to his groan. "Subjective."
Bobby swore quietly, his eyes closing as he rested his head against the wall.
"It must be a torture for you," She breathed hotly near his neck. "To do this but not be able to touch. Well you know what, Bobby?" Rogue very nearly licked his skin. "Condoms aren't used just for the girls protection…"
She let the implication linger much longer than it had to, teasing him further, torturing him even more. Again she rubbed her hand over his groin, this time feeling the definite response. "Oh Bobby - there are lots of things you can do with you clothes on…"
He was practically quivering now; she could feel him even through his jeans. She rubbed harder, longer, and he all but exploded-
A new scent.
Danger.
{Heads up Marie.} She ducked just in time to avoid the fist coming for the side of her face, which instead hit poor Bobby who had no idea what was going on, head still full of bliss. He hit the ground, still, and stayed that way.
Turning to face the attacker, Rogue growled. She was going to make the fucker pay for interrupting.
He wasn't a mutant. Definitely smelt like a normal human. A large, ugly, and particularly smelly human, but a human nonetheless.
A growl started deep in her throat and she held both hands out at her sides, half-expecting the claws to come out. They didn't, of course, but they didn't stop her from holding the pose.
"Aren't you a frisky young thing?" He asked, practically salivating.
"Too frisky for you."
That made him laugh, not knowing that it was not the thing to do. "I'll admit that was a nice little piece of dodging there, but I could take you easily."
Rogue knew exactly what he meant by 'take'. "Oh, I would like to see you try. You have absolutely no idea who you're dealing with."
As expected, he took the bait. "Let's see, shall we?" He moved towards her.
{Left.}
The man lunged. She moved.
{Down.}
Again.
{Up. Fist.}
She dived up, screaming, her right fist connecting with his jaw, throwing him back with a force that surprised both of them.
He landed hard, his head hitting the concrete. He was out cold.
Rogue was still panting for breath. This wasn't right. This wasn't fair. She wanted to keep going. It was over much, much too soon. {Logan…}
{I know, sweetheart.}
{Logan!}
{I know.}
She stumbled over trash, desperate to hit something. Her heart was still racing, her fists clenching, her body…
Wanted something.
Badly.
{Closure,} He told her. {You weren't satisfied. You won, but much too quickly.}
{Yes. Yes. Must keep going.}
{Then run, Marie. Run.}
She did.
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