Escaping the Past
Chapter 6
by
AnomalousGirl
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It was still dark when Logan awoke; at least he was fairly sure he was awake. Sometimes it was hard to tell. One thing that he was sure of though, he wasn't in his own bed. That was almost never a good sign. He lay motionless, keeping his breathing even to maintain the appearance of sleep. He needed a moment to sort reality out from among the clinging tendrils of a bizarre, disjointed dream.
The howling in his dream slowly resolved itself into the wail of a distant siren, but the feel something warm and furry pressed against his back remained. Whatever it was it wasn't very big...too big for a cat though...maybe a good-sized dog, and it seemed to be sleeping.
He tried to think. He was in a bed, a nice bed, with soft, clean sheets and feather pillows. Maybe he should just go back to sleep, even if there was a dog up on the bed with him. He liked dogs, and bad things didn't generally happen to him in nice, comfy beds. Only one problem with that; it didn't smell like a dog. In fact, it smelled very much like a woman. ...Lexa. With one thought his mind cleared and everything fell neatly into place. Except for one minor little detail. What the hell was he still doing here?
He couldn't remember the last time he had spent the entire night in a woman's bed. To start with, he wasn't the safest person in the world to sleep with. It was rare, but there were times that he got tangled in nightmares and came up swinging... or worse. And he preferred not to give anybody the opportunity to screw with him while he was asleep.
Of course, if he were being honest, the real reason was that he hated all that morning after crap. He was never at his best when he first woke up, and for some god-awful reason frails always wanted to start yammerin' at him right off the bat. There were only two good ways to start off the day and neither of them included conversation. On the other hand, the rare occasions that women were quiet in the morning were always accompanied by the, 'what the hell was I thinking' look. Nope, no matter how you sliced it, sleeping over was a bad idea. The thought of slipping out while she slept briefly crossed his mind, but even he wasn't that much of a prick.
He carefully shifted onto his other side, supporting himself on his elbow. With a sigh, she snuggled back against his chest, conforming herself to his body's new position. His gently lifted the sheaf of hair that had fallen across her face a smile curving up the corner of his mouth. Now he remembered why he'd stayed.
She had been amazing. Strong and wild and resilient. She had quite literally worn him out. In fact, he was glad to see that he hadn't crushed her since he couldn't even remember rolling off. She had only said 'ouch' once, and that had been accompanied by a sharp, hard gut punch. Which was well deserved since he had been deliberately pushing the envelope to see how far she'd go. He liked women that didn't take any shit.
As the memory of the night played across his mind, he felt his body begin to stir. He should probably move away, let her catch a little more shuteye. They couldn't have been asleep for more than a couple of hours. The first watery streaks of dawn were just now beginning to reach across he sky. The pale light was still too weak to penetrate the room, but he could see her clearly, his eyes well adjusted now to the darkness. She looked so peaceful, so deceptively fragile. He was pleased to see that not a mark remained to mar that flawless skin
He wouldn't wake her, but he wanted to touch her, just for a moment. Slowly he lowered his head, pressing his lips to the fluttering pulse in her neck, inhaling deeply the warm scent of her skin. He felt more than heard the tiny purr as she angled her head to give him better access. His body hardened in response. He pressed against her for a long moment, then forced himself to shift the lower half of his body away. It would be impossible for him to go back to sleep now. He should get up and let her rest.
She nestled back against him, wriggling the soft curve of her bottom against his burgeoning hard on and he barely restrained a growl of pleasure. Gritting his teeth at the sweet torture, he tried to move away again. She gave little mew of protest and closed the gap once again. Why fight it?
He returned his lips to the fragrant skin of her neck and let his hands begin to wander. He was gratified when she almost immediately began the making the sweet little sounds that signaled her arousal. Languid mmms and ohhhs that resonated softly from her throat. They would become sharper and more spirited as her excitement increased, but he liked to make her purr like this.
She was pressed back against him, running one small foot lazily up and down his calf. A tiny smile curved her soft, pink mouth, and he wished that she would open her eyes. He liked the way they grew dark with desire. The deep golds and greens reminding him of a deep mountain lake reflecting autumn leaves.
He let his hand drift downward, caressing the soft fur of her restless leg before lifting it and draping over his hip. Then he slowly stroked his way back up her inner thigh. The muscles of his abdomen tightened as her scent drifted upward, the musk of their previous night's activities mingling with the intoxicating aroma of her fresh arousal. The scent became stronger as his fingers parted her delicate folds, opening her to his exploration. He slid one thick finger into the slick wet heat of her body. A groan rumbled through his chest when he felt her muscles pulse around it. He stroked her gently for a moment, then added a second finger as she opened for him. She arched against his hand, tight and wet around his probing fingers. He eased them out and guided his now raging erection to the heat of her swollen lips. Caressing her with the silky head, he added his own moisture to the mix. He shifted up onto his knees, one on each side of her bottom leg, her upper leg draped over his arm. He could see her glistening in the soft light of the approaching dawn, and watched with a slow burning pleasure as he began to disappear inside her. She gasped, and his eyes snapped up to her face. Her eyes were open now and clouded with uncertainty. He was stung with the realization that only her body had been awakened by his touch. Logan took a deep breath to steady himself and then another, keeping his eyes lock on hers in an effort to judge her frame of mind. Meanwhile it felt like every nerve in his body was centered in the head of his penis, which was being held captive in the sultry confines of her body.
"Ya want me ta stop?" He was finally able to force words out. His voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
She shook her head slowly. "Just go slow for a minute." The words were hardly more than air, but they caused relief to sizzle through him.
"As slow as you want darlin'." A lazy smile spread across his face, answered by a sleepy one on hers
He caressed her with light, deliberate strokes, his hands lingering over the soft contrasts of flesh and fur. He drew soft gasps from her, and sighs, easing himself into her inch by inch. When he had buried himself in her completely, he began to move, leisurely at first, then with increasing verve. His gaze was repeatedly drawn to the juncture of their bodies. The sight of her stretched snugly around him as he slid in and out of the slick, hot core of her, driving him dangerously close to the edge of his control. He licked his thumb and brought it down to urge her along, afraid that he wouldn't last much longer, though watching his big, rough hand manipulate her delicate flesh did nothing to quiet the rushing sensation in his head. After a moment she fell silent, and he tore his eyes away from the entrancing scene of their joined bodies to look at her face. Her eyes were closed again, but her expression was one of intense concentration, making it clear that sleep was no longer an issue. He kept his pace steady, feeling her body draw tight around him. He was fast approaching the point of no return, when suddenly her eyes flew open. Her entire body tensing as her climax broke over her.
"Oh-My-God." Each word was a short sharp breath. "Now-Now-Pleeeaassse."
Her last drawn out cry echoed through him as he to pistoned into her. His head falling back as he held her steady against the onslaught. He felt her peak a second time as he emptied himself inside her, the pulsing of her muscles drawing his pleasure out to an almost unbearable degree.
His face remained turned to the ceiling for a moment as he drew in deep lungsful of air, allowing the last aftershocks to shudder through them both. He felt the last of the tension drain from her body and looked down. She was fighting a losing battle to keep her eyes open and it made him want to smile. Collapsing back onto his side, he snagged the sheet from the foot of the bed and pulled it up to cover her. Then he gathered her against his chest.
"I thought I was dreaming." She said after a moment, her voice distant and tranquil.
"Was it a good dream?"
"Mmmm, very good. Then I woke up, and it got even better." Her head was pillowed on his arm, and he felt her turn her head, surprised when she pressed a kiss to the inside of his elbow. He nuzzled his face into her hair, holding her even more snugly against his chest. This was definitely the right way to start a day. He thought as he drifted back to sleep.
The sun was full up when he awoke again, and his first thought was that he felt incredible. It had been quite a while since he'd had such a peaceful night. He'd slept like a log and he'd had no dreams that he could remember. Well, there was that one, but it had just been weird, not actually disturbing. And then earlier...
He looked over at Alexa, and mentally head-smacked himself when he immediately started to get hard. This time he was getting out of the bed before he could wake her. He eased out of the bed, sighing in relief when she didn't stir. She was lying on her back; her hair tumbled across the pillows, one hand resting lightly against her cheek. Even in the harsh light of morning she was beautiful.
After a brief washing up, he had tracked down his scattered clothing and was buttoning-up his jeans when she rolled over onto her elbow.
"What time is it?"
"Almost quarter past seven. Didn't mean ta wake ya....again."
She gave him a sleepy grin. "It's okay. Do classes start early up at your school?"
"Not this early. We try ta keep it civil 'round there. My first class ain't until after lunch today anyway."
"Hey, that's great." She curled back up under the sheet. "That means I get to go back to sleep for a little bit, because for some strange reason I am wiped out"
She was smiling up at him, and he smiled back as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Should I apologize?"
"Please don't. I don't think I have the energy to smack you right now." He stroked his knuckles down her cheek. "Anyway, just make yourself at home. Mi casa es su casa and all that. If you want coffee, I keep it in the refrigerator and the paper should be out in the hall by now."
She had closed her eyes while she spoke, snuggling her head further into the pillow, and for a moment Logan could only look down at her bemused. It had never occurred to him to stay. His intention had been to say a brief good-bye and hit a coffee shop on the way to the train station. But here she was acting like his staying was a foregone conclusion. That might have irritated him if it weren't for the fact that he didn't have any actual desire to leave.
"Logan." Her voice was a drowsy whisper. "If I'm not already up, come in and wake me a little while before you have to go. "Her eyelids fluttered open for a second and she smiled.
"Count on it." He replied as he dropped a kiss on her forehead.
Logan opened the refrigerator and shook his head. While she might be quite uninhibited in some ways, it appeared that Alexa harbored a compulsive streak. The contents of the refrigerator were organized into ranks of plastic storage containers, each neatly identified and dated. Even the bottles and jars that filled the door had little date stickers on them. He would have to tell Ororo that there was actually somebody more anal about 'fridge cleanliness than she was.
It did however make the coffee easy to find, and after tossing it onto the counter, he selected a long, shallow container marked "Pizza Master". Inside were several neatly stacked slices of lovely fat and cholesterol-laden pie. He bit into a slice with relish as he envisioned the so-called 'healthy' breakfast that would have greeted him back at the school. Even Rogue, his former co-conspirator in junk food warfare, had recently defected to those low-fat/no-fat freaks. Something about the freshman fifteen and not being a kid anymore.
The coffee was another pleasant surprise. The aroma of the robust dark roast wafted up to him from the container and he inhaled like an addict. The second pot could be however she liked it, but this one, he decided as he measured out the coffee, was his.
When the coffeemaker grumbled to a halt, Logan filled a giant mug he had found in the cupboard, and poured the remaining coffee into the insulated carafe that stood nearby. Making a brief detour to shrug into his jacket, he headed for the sliding glass door on the far side of the living room. Stepping out onto the small balcony, he inhaled deeply. The overnight rain shower had washed a lot of the grime from the air and the morning breeze smelled almost fresh, well at least as fresh as it got in the city, he thought as he set the mug on the railing.
He took his lighter and a cigar from the inside jacket pocket as he looked out over the city. The view was the same as from her bedroom window, though much more panoramic. Down below, the city was already pulsing with life, while a light fog still drifted in patches over the park. The sun would soon burn it off. He drew deeply as he lit the cigar. It was promising to be a beautiful day.
He pulled the plastic cover from the lounge chair and laid it over the storage bin to dry, then settled himself in the chair, the mug cradled in his hands. The cigar smoke drifted in a cloud around his head, and he let the combined aroma of tobacco and coffee block out the remaining scents of the city.
This wasn't too bad; he mused, exhaling a curl of smoke into the cool morning air. Sure, there had been green peppers on an otherwise perfectly good pizza, but they had been the big chunks that were easy to pick off so he couldn't really complain. And of course for things to really be perfect he would need to be on the front porch of his cabin up in the Canadian Rockies. No, this wasn't too bad at all. And when you figured in the night before, he had to admit, it was a damn site better than not too bad.
Logan thought of Alexa all curled up in the big soft bed, and dug his watch out of his pocket. He tried to calculate how much time he had if he was going to catch the train. Not having a train schedule complicated matters a little. It would probably be easier to take a cab, but he'd have to hit a bank first. He pulled out the little cellular phone that the professor insisted he carry and the message light immediately caught his eye. With a sigh he called up the messages, a little surprised to find that there was only one. 'I thought you were going to check in...J'. He gave a little grunt of amusement as he read the message, wondering how much effort it took for Jeannie to limit herself to that one phrase. He stared down at the phone, flipping it open and closed a few times while he thought. Then he dialed.
There was a clatter as the receiver was fumbled from its cradle, dropped on the floor and picked up again. "Dis had better be important." The groggy voice on the other end of the line complained.
"Whatsamatter Cajun, stay up past yer bedtime?"
"Homme, where de hell are you?" Remy's voice was suddenly much more awake.
"I'm sitting on a balcony looking out over Central Park." Logan returned smugly.
Remy laughed. "So Jean an' Scott were righ'. It were some high-class mademoiselle come sweep you off you feet. I hear de little cheré is fine."
"Believe me kid, fine don't begin to cover it."
"Whoooo! Ain' you de lucky one! So whats de deal den? You jus' draggin' me outta bed dis early to gloat?"
"I'm callin' 'cause I need a favor." The statement hung there for a moment and Logan swore he could hear the Cajun grinning on the other end of the line.
"Lemme guess. Da reason you out dere on dat balcony is 'cause she done come to her senses and lock you out dere while she call de police. An' you calling me to bring de bail?"
Logan promised himself that the next time he got paired with Gambit in a danger room exercise that he would cheerfully plant his foot up the Cajun's backside. For the moment though, he let it slide. "As much as ya would enjoy that, I'm afraid I'm gonna hafta disappoint ya. All I want ya ta do is take my classes this afternoon."
There was another pause. "An' where exactly you gonna be dat you can't do you own classes?"
"Where do ya think?"
"Well, well, well. Never t'aught I'd see de day when Mr. Logan done blow off his classes for a liaison. Est-ce amour?"
Logan didn't bother answering and after Remy stopped chuckling he continued. "So, what do I get outta dis little arrangement?"
"What do ya want?"
"You sayin' dat you give me anyt'ing I want jus' so you can stay wit de chere?"
"Don't get all excited Gumbo." Logan responded drily. "I'm just askin'. That don't necessarily mean yer gonna get it."
"Lemme see. I might have to t'ink on dis a bit."
"Fer the love a Pete..."
"Okay, okay, how 'bout dis. Since you gonna be gone anyway, I get to take de Nomad for de weekend."
"That's it? That's all you want?" Logan thought for a moment about the antique motorcycle that he had painstakingly restored and modified by hand. What the hell, it was just a machine.
"Go ahead homme, play it off like you don' care." Remy laughed on the other end of the line. "Da little chere must sure be somet'ing make you give in dat easy."
"Bring it back clean, and if ya wreck it, I'm takin' it outta yer hide. Are we done now?"
"Sure homme, we fini, but maybe you should give de professor a call. He be wanting to talk to you. Somet'ing 'bout Grand Central Station. An' you know dat ol' Cyke is t'inking dat de little chere done did a number on you head. When Remy tell him de deal we just made, he gonna be even more convinced. You want me to transfer de call for you?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll dial him direct." Logan spent a few more minutes explaining what he wanted Remy to do with his classes before he hung up. Then he sat there for a moment before he dialed the phone again.
It had been bad enough calling Remy. But even with as much as he hated asking favors from people, at least he knew the Cajun could relate to the situation. The two of them had very similar habits of recreation. Which was how they had met in the first place. One night when Logan had been out enjoying the varied nightlife of New York City, he had met up with Remy during a bar fight. After they had wiped the floor with the bar patrons they had gone off to find a friendlier establishment. Over beer and cigars the Cajun had told him about his life in the Thief's Guild down in New Orleans and how his search for a young mutant girl he had befriended had brought him to the city. At first Remy had stayed as a guest at the Xavier School while he searched for his young friend, but as his hope of finding her had dwindled so had his desire to return to his old life. The professor had offered him the opportunity to stay and become an X-man and Remy, or Gambit as he was known on missions, had spent the last two years trying to carve a nitch for himself at the school.
During that time the two of them had frequented numerous bars together, and Logan had seen the Cajun in action countless times. Hell, the kid was worse than he was when it came to women. Which was part of the reason it rankled Logan that he was paying so much attention to Rogue lately. Just because she was in college now, didn't mean she was ready for guys like Remy.
Logan frowned. At the moment though, he was more concerned with calling the professor. It wasn't that he regretted leaving the bar with Alexa last night, not in the least. But he knew that the circumstances surrounding their departure must have seemed strange to the others. If he'd had any doubts about that, the Cajun's comment about Scott had removed them. And even as understanding as the professor was, Logan seriously doubted that a man like that could appreciate the forces at work. With a resigned sigh, he punched the numbers into the phone.
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