Cocoa and Mini-Marshmallows
by
Rachel the Gerbil
Dedication: To the wonderful authors on the list, always an inspiration, and to my Boyfriend who made me Cocoa every night without fail while I was sick this winter.
Disclaimer: The X-Men and Women belong to Marvel and Fox, SwissMiss and Nyquil belong to whoever owns SwissMiss and Nyquil. No Scotts were harmed in the writing of this fic.
Author's Notes: Ok, first COMPLETELY non-angsty floof, written in December - So don't get mad and think I'm neglecting my other series.
Feedback: Feedback?! We don need no stinkin' feedback! (Yes please!!!!)
Living in upstate New York is the pits in winter.
Marie had come to this decision three years ago when she had spent her first winter at the school shivering in the room she shared with Jubes and Kitty. Despite her fantasies of travel in the wintry part of the world, she was still a Mississippi girl, and she was cold.
Freezing. Ice bound. A Rogue-cicle. Fuckin' Arctic Circle material-
Her thoughts were interrupted by an enormous sneeze. In the back seat Scott was rubbing a tissue across his already red nose.
"Bless you." Ororo intoned gently from the driver's seat. Rouge giggled. Scott got sick every year like clockwork. Apparently being married to a doctor didn't prevent everything. Said doctor-wife was fussing over her patient-husband, while said husband just sniffed again and sank further down into his seat.
"Ya'know, Cyclops, I think we could handle a little grocery run without you." Rouge snickered, "You really don't look so well."
"I don feel so well eather, bank you." And Rogue fell over laughing.
"Whab?" Scott glared at Rouge, or tried to glare. It's hard to glare convincingly with snot on your face.
"Wipe your nose Scott," Rogue giggled, sliding back down into her seat up front. Scott could be such a baby about some things. Speaking of babies, she shivered and reached over to turn the heat up for the fifth time since they had left the mansion five minutes ago. Ororo glared, but acquiesced. She was from Africa, so she could relate. Jean just sighed and took off her coat while Scott tried breathing through his nose and failed miserably.
"I thik I neeb anober tissue."
* * *
Three minuets and several tissues later, they arrived at the store. The Kroger was packed with holiday shoppers taking stock for the annual pig out. Storm and Rogue left the couple in the pharmacy aisle (after all, there is only so much Nyquil you can keep in the lab) and set off in search of seasonal snacks. They were wading through rows of artificial looking Christmas cookies when they saw it.
"Oh my God-"
It was a display for SwissMiss cocoa mix and, sitting in the center, was the largest tub of cocoa mix Marie had ever seen. It had to be at least three feet tall and boasted 3000 cups worth of brown powder. It looked like a 50 gallon oil drum, full of cocoa. Marie grinned like a maniac, Ororo just looked smug. Well, they had been told to get goodies, and it was cold, and there were a lot of people at the school, and it was on sale-
Two minutes later, Rogue, thanks to her newly won super strength, was effortless carrying the tub to the checkout. The lady at the counter just stared as she tossed the can on the conveyer with a resounding thud.
"Ah work out a lot." Rogue shrugged as the woman strained to roll the monstrosity over the scanner. Finally, she gave up and punched the code in by hand.
"Will you be needing a bag ma'am?" The cashier asked, much to the bagger's dismay.
"Nope, ah got it." Rogue scooped up the cocoa drum as the bagger sighed loudly in relief. They were trying to fit the can into the trunk of the SUV when Scott and Jean came out.
"Holny crabp"
"That's a lot of cocoa." Said Jean, once again proving her powers of perception.
"That's the idea," smirked Rogue, "besides, we like cocoa, don't we Storm?"
"Indeed." Smiled the goddess.
After much rearranging, they got the tub in and were on their way. Scott spent the trip back chugging Nyquil and was completely gone by the time they reached the mansion. Logan was waiting at the gate.
"What happened to him?" he asked, pointing at the snoring X-Man.
"Nyquil," Jean sighed, "Logan, would you give me a hand getting him back to the room?"
Logan's eyes brightened, "Sure!" he said a little too quickly, and bounded over to the side door. Mindful of his visor, Logan tossed the leader over his shoulder, winking rakishly at Rogue in the process, and then proceeded to "accidentally" bump the unconscious man into every obstruction he came across. Jean just shrugged. "It's not like he can feel it anyway-" and followed the series of thuds into the mansion.
When he came back downstairs, still gleeful from his unexpected opportunity to slam Scott into walls, Logan saw something he had never seen, and he had seen a lot. What he saw was a giant tub of cocoa mix with legs walking toward him, and this particular tub of cocoa had a rather fine pair of legs to boot. It wasn't until the tub ran into him that he stopped looking at its legs and focused on the situation at hand.
"For Christ's sake, Logan!" the tub drawled, "Get outta mah way, this thing's heavy!" He moved aside to let the tub pass. It was here that he noticed the tub had a fine ass to go with those fine legs, so it was another minute before he could collect himself enough to make his way into the kitchen and find out why Marie was bringing home enough hot chocolate to keep a small country warm.
As he wandered into the kitchen, he was again greeted by that fine ass sticking out of the fridge while Marie looked for the milk, so all coherent thought was halted until she straightened up.
Logan had been having this problem since he had come home three weeks ago. His problem was Marie. During the three years he had been gone, Marie had malicously decided to grow up into a bombshell. He worried about her on the road and all, even called a few times, which was more than he had ever done for anyone. So when he decided he'd had enough of being cold and poor, he had come back to the only place where anyone gave a shit about him. He hadn't expected to find the little girl he left behind all grown up.
How she had grown up.
She was now every inch a legal twenty year-old who flounced around the mansion in tight leather pants and silky gloves. She fueled the dreams of every single hot-blooded, heterosexual male in the house, and he was no exception. The best part was that the only hot-blooded, heterosexual male she seemed to pay any attention to was him. She would find him and talk to him in that sexy drawl of hers, hugging him and pressing those killer curves against him. It was more than Logan could take. Every morning he would promise himself that he was not going to think about his little Marie that way, and every day she made him break that promise. So finally, he had given in.
It was surprising how easy that was for him. Probably because Marie took it upon herself to remind him every day just how much of a little girl she wasn't. So now, the only thing left to do was to tell her, which was hard to do since she had absconded with the dick, Storm and Jean. That was half an hour ago, and he had his seduction all planned out. Now if he could only get his brain to function.
A voice startled him out of his thoughts.
"LOGAN." He jumped and whirled to face a thoroughly amused Storm. Christ, had he been drooling? "I said, do you want some cocoa?"
"Sure." He choked out, trying to look nonchalant. Storm just smiled a little wider and told Marie who, fortunately for him, had missed the whole exchange, to put another cup on.
A few minutes later he was happily enthroned on a stool watching Marie sip cocoa. Her lips formed this perfect little kiss along the edge of the mug, and it was a thoroughly enjoyable show. Rogue, however, didn't seem to notice the response she was eliciting.
Marie took another sip, then frowned. "Storm," she said, "we're missing something. Do we have any mini marshmallows?" The weather goddess frowned thoughtfully, finishing her mug.
"I think there is a bag in the pantry."
"Well, ahm gonna look. Cocoa just isn't cocoa without mini marshmallows, right Logan?"
"Uh, right." Logan replied lamely, too intent on her lips to really do anything else. He must have looked as pathetic as he sounded, because as soon as Marie was safely burrowing through dry goods in the pantry, Storm leaned over and gentle bopped Logan on the back of the head. He jumped, then glared at her. Storm just smiled wickedly.
"Look," she began, "in case you thought it was a secret, everyone in the mansion knows you have it bad for Rogue except for Rogue herself because she's too busy being love sick over you. So, instead of being an ass about it, why don't you just tell her you love her so we can all get on with our lives already." She pinched his cheek. " I'm going to take this mug up to Jean and go to bed, so why don't you use this opportunity and be a man, hmm?" She gave him a last brilliant smile, then sashayed out of the kitchen.
Logan sat in shocked silence as the click of her heels faded away down the hall. Had he been that obvious? Shit, since when did he make a fool of himself over a woman? He was the Wolverine, dammit, sex magnet. Women were supposed to fall at his feet, not the other way around, and if Storm knew, then One Eye probably knew too. Crap. But, Marie didn't know. Why didn't she know? Storm had said she was lovesick over him. He groaned as that thought set his heart spinning. Shit, over a woman. He was becoming as big a pansy as Cyke. If he didn't act soon he would never hear the end of this.
Logan leaned back and closed his eyes. As always, there was Marie, but for once she wasn't moaning in passion. She was fully dressed, sitting in his lap, whispering that she loved him. Logan began to feel a little giddy.
"Logan!" her sweet voice cut through his mind, "Ah can't find the marshmallows, come help me, will ya?"
"Sure, kid." He jumped up. Dammit, that girl had him wrapped around her finger and she didn't even know it. Well, he thought as he moved toward the door of the walk in pantry, she would know soon enough.
* * *
Marie leaned her head on the top step of the sliding ladder and sighed. "Kid." That's what she was to him, "kid." She didn't care what Storm said, Logan didn't want her. Even when they were alone, Logan's smiles were never more than friendly, brotherly, how-cute-look-at-little-Marie type smiles. Dammit, there wasn't much more she could do besides strip down to her body stocking and throw herself at him. Even then he would probably just pat her on the head and say "hey, kid, you hot?" or something. It was positively depressing. She heard his footsteps approach the door and quickly wiped her eyes. The last thing she wanted to do tonight was explain to kind, caring, brother Logan why she was crying in the pantry. Sometimes, her life sucked.
"Hey," came a deep voice from the door. Marie smiled at him, hoping all traces of her frustration were well hidden.
"Hey, Logan." She said with forced cheerfulness. He leaned against the doorframe and fixed her with a look that made it hard to breathe. Damn, it wasn't fair. Men shouldn't be allowed to look that good. His arms were lazily crossed over his chest, the tight white long sleeve tee shirt showing every muscular curve. His stomach looked positively delicious, and his chest-Marie was losing herself in Logan's chest when he interrupted her.
"So, uh," he began, breaking the tension that had formed and moving to the base of the ladder, "what are we looking for again?"
"Uh-Mini marshmallows," Marie turned quickly, trying to hide her burning cheeks, "Storm said they're in here somewhere-" She leaned in a little further, trying to see into the back of the shelf. "Ah think ah see a bag of something, hold on-" she reached further, "almost got . . AHH!" The ladder had chosen that moment to shift, knocking Rogue off balance. For one terrible moment she teetered, then she fell. Too shocked to use her flight power, she toppled over in slow motion, squeezing her eyes shut against the pain that was sure to come.
She hit something hard, but it wasn't the floor. When she managed to open her eyes, she found herself in Logan's lap. A warm feeling flooded her. He had come to her rescue, catching her as she fell. They were now both on the floor, Logan sitting from where Marie's weight had knocked him down, and Marie in his lap, cradled against him.
"Woah, you OK?" He asked. She looked up at him and nodded. He looked relieved. Suddenly they both became very aware of their position. Logan's face tensed, and he pulled her a little closer. His eyes seemed to see through her to the very back of her skull. It was all Marie could do to remember to breathe.
* * *
Logan had acted on instinct when he saw Marie waver, jumping beneath her to break her fall. Unfortunately, the combined forces of Marie's weight and his own sudden movement had knocked him off balance, resulting in a rather unceremonious fall on his ass. He was worried she had hurt herself at first, but Marie seemed to be fine. It was then that he became aware of the fact that he was on the floor, with Marie on his lap, pressed against him.
He swallowed.
Then Marie looked up at him with this adoration and longing in her eyes, he tried to shift his gaze, but his eyes were locked on her face. He took a shuddering breath as she moved against him, and everything went to hell.
He pulled her a little closer, running her hand up her back. She closed her eyes against the touch, sighing. Slowly, he bent down to the space on her neck covered by her sheer scarf. With a gentle reverence he had never shown before, he pressed his lips to the fabric, marveling at the smooth feel of her skin beneath the barrier. With one hand, he sought out her gloved hand, capturing it. His other hand moved up her back to cradle her head as she tilted it back, arching toward his touch. He could hear her heart pounding and feel her breath hitching beneath his lips. She smelled of cocoa and clean girl hair and Marie and something else, something he had only caught a hint of before, the deep heady smell of desire. He could smell her body responding to him, and it drove him crazy. Pulling her closer he brushed his teeth against her throat, growling a little as she responded by running her free hand through his hair.
Carefully, he ran his mouth down the end of her scarf to where her shirt began. Deliberately, he caught the fabric in his teeth and began to pull. The shirt shifted, giving him access to her sheer bra. She let out a little whimper-laced moan as he took the top of her breast into his mouth, trailing his tongue across the now flushed skin beneath. Her hands clutched his head to her, and at that moment he was really glad he had a metal skeleton, or else she would have crushed his head.
As she began to squirm in his lap, Logan realized that he was quickly reaching the point of no return. Her every movement sent waves of pleasure up his body as she moaned into him. Just before he lost it, he jerked himself away, fighting for control.
Marie watched as Logan tried to steady his breathing, she was having a little trouble herself. When he opened his eyes, they were dark like she had never seen them before. He leaned in carefully until he was barely an inch from her ear. When he spoke, the words were broken and halting.
"Do you- do you want me to stop?"
"No, Logan, please." Rogue whimpered, running her small hands up his chest in a way that made his breath hitch, "Please, Logan, I've waited so long."
Her pleading voice burned through him. His large hands pulled her up so that she was straddling his lap, then began to roam all over her body, traveling over the gentle slopes and rises with a wonder that took her breath away. His eyes never left her own, yet Marie felt that he could see all of her, everything that she had kept hidden was dragged out under his roving hands.
He moved in slow circles over her waist and down her back, trying to memorize with his hands what he had already memorized with his eyes. Marie was liquid beneath him, her hips rolling in a slow, unconscious motion that threatened to undo what little control he had left, but he couldn't stop touching her. This was the culmination of so much want, so much need, that there was no stopping the momentum. They were lost.
With a flick of his claws, he cut a small hole in the crotch of her tight pants, immediately filling the small room with the scent of aroused Marie. He inhaled appreciatively, letting her scent wrap around him. Marie frowned at his close eyes, then let him know her impatience with another wiggle of her hips into his crotch.
He let out what might have been a laugh, but his eyes held nothing but wanting. Pushing her down into his lap, he gasped as she dragged herself across his erection. Marie smiled at him seductively as she twisted herself around him, expertly grinding down on him. It was all he could do to not explode. Marie, for her part, was using every scrap of him in her head to draw him on. She knew exactly what he liked and how he liked it, and from the sounds he was making, she was pretty sure she was doing just fine.
Laying him back, Marie took his zipper in her teeth and slowly, so slowly, pulled it down. Logan's head flew back when she touched him, knocking painfully against the wall. Marie shot him a smile and touched him again. Grabbing his erection in her silky covered hands, she began a slow, pumping, rhythm. Logan tried to hold on, but it was so good, so good. He began to thrash against her hands, desperate for more of her. He was three seconds away from gone when she stopped. At her urging, he lifted his butt off the ground so she could get to his wallet. Marie opened the leather square and took out a condom. Ripping the foil with her teeth, she deftly rolled the rubber on, then she stood up and hovered over him.
Logan couldn't remember much about his life, but he was pretty sure that he would never forget the look on Marie's face at that moment. It was complete and total love and trust and want and happiness all muddled together into one perfect expression that only Marie's face could ever do justice to. He reached up as she knelt down, tangling his hand in her hair. Then she lowered herself down onto him and it was heaven.
Marie may have been a virgin, but with Logan and Marvel in her head, she knew a lot about sex and what men wanted. What she didn't know was just how euphoric it would feel. Even though she was a virgin, there was no pain, just the wonderful feel of Logan inside her, around her, making her entire body shake and tremble like a leaf. It was better than good. It was better than anything. After a few strokes, Logan took over, rolling them so that he was on top, leaving Marie free to thrash about. His hands dug into her hips, pulling himself into her, faster and faster, until it didn't matter that she had deadly skin or he had deadly claws or that they were on the pantry floor, and it was just the two of them tied together. Rogue felt her body tightening, racing toward some unknown goal, and when her orgasm hit she screamed and clung to Logan for dear life. Then, almost before the first one was gone, the next one hit. It was different from the first, in stead of exploding out, it felt like she was pulling in. Everything that was feeling was pulled inside her where it spread and grew.
Logan felt her come, felt her muscles tighten and flutter around him, and it was better than anything had ever been. He felt her climax again as he came with a force that surprised him. Every nerve was on end, and time slowed down as they collapsed together in a heap on the floor, the remains of their final orgasm still rocking through them.
After a few eternal minutes, Logan rolled over, pulling her close. Marie lifted a drowsy hand to play with his hair as she watched him smile. She had never seen him look this happy. After a few more silent moments, Marie shifted her head slightly to whisper in Logan's ear.
"Love you."
"I love you too, babe."
"Come on, sugar, let's go to bed."
Logan smiled, really smiled as he helped her up off the floor. It was very different from all his other expressions, the smile lit up his entire face from the inside out.
"You're beautiful when you smile."
"And you're beautiful all the time darlin'." He leaned down to kiss her head, placing his hand on the shelf for support. His fingers struck something soft.
The delinquent bag of mini-marshmallows that had started the whole episode sat on the shelf, in plain view. With a smirk, Logan grabbed it and threw it way in the back of the furthest shelf. Meeting Marie's puzzled look, he shrugged.
"What? Now we can look for them again later."
Marie just smiled as they walked, arm in arm, up the stairs to bed.
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