Dangerous Games (rp for bestdamnxman)

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After this

Jean was hard at work programming the console in the Danger Room, but she was thinking about the movies. She wondered how it always seemed to work, the hero and heroine on the road, or on the run, or on the case, fighting the bad guys. Having tension which, in the movies everybody agreed was romantic and fun. In the real world,

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Logan was on time, but just barely. Most of him was looking forward to this as much as he'd looked forward to the sex. But some small part of him felt more fear than anticipation. Or at least what passed for fear with Logan, which admittedly, was a lot like anticipation.

He'd wanted her since he first laid eyes on her. She was his Guenevere but like Lancelot before him, now that he had her, he didn't know how this could work. Though, it was less likely to end with someone being burned at the stake.

Actually, probably not, now he thought of it. Phoenix burned and Wolverine struck her through the heart. That was the way of things. No wonder it seemed so impossible to reconcile a real relationship.

Logan set aside all the conflicting thoughts swimming in his head as he entered the Danger Room and nodded to Jean, pausing a moment to take in her near perfect form before he crossed his arms and set his feet. Standing. Waiting. He appeared entirely calm but is in fact poised to attack at any moment.

He's the Wolverine.

"Everything set?"

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"Logan!" Jean turned toward the door, and felt herself smiling. She didn't mean to be smiling so much; she sometimes wished she could play everything off so cool, the way Logan seemed to, so often. The way Scott could.

And, God, this was not a good time to be thinking of those two in the same category.

She tried to look more serious as she stepped toward the console. "Okay, I'm just getting the hang of the new control system, but Forge went over it with me, so -- I plugged in a few different simulations." She pointed to the screen as she spoke, "This one's a fight, basically nonstop action. They're ninjas right now, but we can change them to something else if that's too old. Or - number two - that's an urban simulation. Like, we can pick a city and just go walking down the street and deal with obstacles as we get to them. Avoiding bystanders, ideally. Or -- if you don't feel like fighting -- this one's just like, flying? Which is kind of lame, I guess, because you don't fly and -- I could carry you, but that would probably take all my concentration and wouldn't be so fun for you. We could give you a jetpack or something, I guess?"

She turned her back to the console, and tried a different kind of smile, one that wanted to please. "You can pick, or we can do something else. We don't always have to do what I want."

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He loved her smile. The way it lit the room. Good lord, when did he become so sappy.

He was always this sappy.

Logan leaned over and hit the touchscreen.

"Number Two. Sounds romantic."

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Kitty must have been the last one to fiddle with this program, because the Danger Room seemed to have dropped them in Downtown Chicago. And it must have been this time last year, because the street is decorated for Christmas, and buzzing with holiday shoppers. "Okay, coat and scarf for me," Jean announced, and a cute wool number materialized. She added a cap too, for the wind coming off Lake Michigan.

"All right," she announced, looping her arm through Logan's. "Sears Tower is ahead and to the right. If we have bad guys to fight, you think that's the target? Or am I thinking too obvious?"

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"Chicago, huh? Well, it's a big city. Probably lots of targets."

Logan looked around the street, then down at the woman on his arm. He grinned, a bit wolfishly, and started off, pulling her along with him. This was the ideal date in Logan's mind. A walk outside with the promise of danger.

"Tower's good as anywhere to head off to." They were already going, he was making conversation. Not exactly his strong point. He nodded toward a shop window with lights twinkling at them from an elaborately decorated tree.

"Got a Christmas wi-"

He stopped and spun on the spot, not certain he'd heard something or he'd wanted to hear something. Nothing. Logan shrugged, chagrined.

"Got a Christmas wish, Jeannie?"

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It wasn't fair. She really couldn't get at his mind, thanks to whatever Weapon X had done to his brain; he wasn't as impenetrable as Mystique, but she couldn't read many thoughts unless she chose to send them his way. But she was sure he could hear, or smell, or whatever he did, the way something happened to her body when he touched her and looked at her like that.

Not that his expression was hiding very much at that moment. Maybe he just really wasn't that complicated.

In response to her first question, she said, "You know I don't care about presents." This was an utter lie, and she went to investigate the silky, shiny things under the tree he had seen. Some of the Michigan Avenue shops still employed old-fashioned window dressers. But presents weren't the most important thing. "Actually, I'd been thinking about something we could --"

She stopped when he stopped. "Did you hear something?"