Hot Rods and Spitfire: Prologue
Title: Hot Rods and Spitfire
Author: WitchAnteia
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here!
Rating: Eventually NC-17. Hhhmm… Wait a minute, is there a rating beyond NC-17?
Genre: Shipper, Angst, + Smut-ious Glorious : Logan/Rogue/Pyro : WIP : [PROLOGUE/?]
Special Thanx 2: Meghan for the Beta! ;D
Summary: X3 is done + everything’s been wrapped up in a nice fluffy bow, right? Then why did the big-wigs decide to leave so many loose ends? Why, for fanfic peeps like you and me to screw with apparently! So, I’ve taken it upon myself to shoot my plot bunny and end its agony.
Anyways, this struck me while watching Tomcats when they’re talking about how a man will never move faster for love’s sake than when he’s faced with competition. And so I got to thinking, was Bobby really ever any serious competition for Logan? I doubted it + so the plot bunny developed! It’s a cross between comic-verse + movie-verse. I loved both, hope you’ll like this one as well!
PROLOGUE
Bobby had just taken off to tell everyone the good news. Rogue was touchable. Touchable! So touchable… Marie slid a hand up her now-bare arm. Her skin was cool to the touch. She should have known making out with Bobby Drake would make her body temperature lower, but she had never even considered it up until the point when it actually happened. When they had kissed before, it was too quick to register it’s effect on her own body because when she had tried the personality of Bobby quickly overtook her and she experienced the moment through his perspective, as aroused as it had been… She sucked on her lower lip, savoring the sweet and minty taste of where his lips had been. Minty-cold. She should have known…
Something caught the corner of her eye. She very carefully made her way over to the window where she’d seen the movement. This was Xavier’s school for the gifted after all. Who knows which kid will literally explode or if they’re being attacked... Again.
Marie had learned to be careful, as much for her own safety as for the safety of others. But not anymore. Now she was touchable. She looked out the window, but couldn’t see any movement at first. She leaned in close to get a better view, her nose almost touching the window. Then, peaking out from behind a low cloud, she saw… An angel. It’s chest was bare but it wore pants. She squinted trying to get a better view. It’s wings were even whiter than the cloud it was moving away from. She wondered briefly if that was to indicate the purity of its soul.
“Wow.” She said aloud without realizing. Then a sensation, akin to something like a tickle touched the back of her head and she looked from the angel downwards, straight into the eyes of Logan. He was just standing there on the mansion’s back patio with a look that was both pensive and calmly masked. She knew that look. It was the same scared face she’d seen on him often enough during times when their conversations had turned serious or in the heat of a dangerous situation. The badass, Wolverine looked carefully reserved, both hands bent stiffly in his pockets. He wore a different jacket now than when she’d first met him so long ago in Laughlin City. This one was more modern, in a deep, leather-brown color. “What happened to his last two jackets?” She wondered. The sudden image of the jackets being torn off in the heat of battle or maybe even shredded by his own claws in frustration flashed through her mind. “Aaahhh,” she thought, “half-naked, sweaty Logan…” She couldn’t suppress a slight tug at the corner of her bowed mouth.
Logan saw her smile and his stony face immediately softened. He smiled outright. Marie caught it, bringing her out of her reverie. At times like these he looked so young. She thought of how deceptively he looked like a young man instead of the ancient person he really was. She tried to imagine him playing games with the others in the rec. room or high-fiving Piotr after winning a video game. Her slight smile turned into a full-fledged chuckle at the absurdity of the very idea. The laugh sounded foreign even to her. She hadn’t laughed in what seemed like too long a time. She noticed that Logan at least seemed pleased by it and his own smile became even broader. Together they shared a moment of triumph at living another day. Besides, everything was at peace now, wasn’t it? Logan had a place to call home and Marie? Well, she was touchable liked she’d always wanted, right?
Marie sucked in a breath and caught a lingering taste of Bobby’s Cool Blue Listerine mouthwash. “Oh, Bobby.” She thought with a start as her fingers brushed over where his lips had been. She reluctantly broke her gaze with Logan, turning away from the window. She went off to find the Iceman remembering that it had been a while since he had left to tell everyone the good news.
From below, the Wolverine, now frowning, stared at the empty window frame where Marie had been. “She left,” he muttered aloud, “probably in search of that little frosty-pants kid…” His frown deepened. Logan turned to look for Warren in the sky, but he had moved out of his line of vision. Wolverine stuck a hand into his jacket to retrieve a fat Cuban cigar. His body leaned against the stone railing on Xavier’s patio. For the most part, he was alright with how everything had turned out. Magneto and Mystique were finally out of commission permanently. It’s true, so were Xavier, Scott, and Jean, but to a much greater extent. He sighed thinking of their deaths, especially Jean’s. Though, if he was completely honest with himself, he’d have to admit he’d already laid his image of Jean to rest long ago at Alkali Lake. He took another deep, shaky breath and looked over the wide expanse of forest copse covering Xavier’s property.
“But Marie and I are still here.” He thought, slightly wistful and stopped himself before he lit into another full-blown smile. “The big, bad Wolverine does not smile with such abandon,” he chastized himself. “He is supposed to be the goddamn mirror image of power and masculinity!” But, chewing on the end of his cigar, he thought about Marie’s bare skin available for the touching at any time… He groaned aloud. “Now that’s worth smiling for.” He thought and did just that before walking into the mansion in search of a light for his cigar.
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Author: WitchAnteia
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here!
Rating: Eventually NC-17. Hhhmm… Wait a minute, is there a rating beyond NC-17?
Genre: Shipper, Angst, + Smut-ious Glorious : Logan/Rogue/Pyro : WIP : [PROLOGUE/?]
Special Thanx 2: Meghan for the Beta! ;D
Summary: X3 is done + everything’s been wrapped up in a nice fluffy bow, right? Then why did the big-wigs decide to leave so many loose ends? Why, for fanfic peeps like you and me to screw with apparently! So, I’ve taken it upon myself to shoot my plot bunny and end its agony.
Anyways, this struck me while watching Tomcats when they’re talking about how a man will never move faster for love’s sake than when he’s faced with competition. And so I got to thinking, was Bobby really ever any serious competition for Logan? I doubted it + so the plot bunny developed! It’s a cross between comic-verse + movie-verse. I loved both, hope you’ll like this one as well!
PROLOGUE
Bobby had just taken off to tell everyone the good news. Rogue was touchable. Touchable! So touchable… Marie slid a hand up her now-bare arm. Her skin was cool to the touch. She should have known making out with Bobby Drake would make her body temperature lower, but she had never even considered it up until the point when it actually happened. When they had kissed before, it was too quick to register it’s effect on her own body because when she had tried the personality of Bobby quickly overtook her and she experienced the moment through his perspective, as aroused as it had been… She sucked on her lower lip, savoring the sweet and minty taste of where his lips had been. Minty-cold. She should have known…
Something caught the corner of her eye. She very carefully made her way over to the window where she’d seen the movement. This was Xavier’s school for the gifted after all. Who knows which kid will literally explode or if they’re being attacked... Again.
Marie had learned to be careful, as much for her own safety as for the safety of others. But not anymore. Now she was touchable. She looked out the window, but couldn’t see any movement at first. She leaned in close to get a better view, her nose almost touching the window. Then, peaking out from behind a low cloud, she saw… An angel. It’s chest was bare but it wore pants. She squinted trying to get a better view. It’s wings were even whiter than the cloud it was moving away from. She wondered briefly if that was to indicate the purity of its soul.
“Wow.” She said aloud without realizing. Then a sensation, akin to something like a tickle touched the back of her head and she looked from the angel downwards, straight into the eyes of Logan. He was just standing there on the mansion’s back patio with a look that was both pensive and calmly masked. She knew that look. It was the same scared face she’d seen on him often enough during times when their conversations had turned serious or in the heat of a dangerous situation. The badass, Wolverine looked carefully reserved, both hands bent stiffly in his pockets. He wore a different jacket now than when she’d first met him so long ago in Laughlin City. This one was more modern, in a deep, leather-brown color. “What happened to his last two jackets?” She wondered. The sudden image of the jackets being torn off in the heat of battle or maybe even shredded by his own claws in frustration flashed through her mind. “Aaahhh,” she thought, “half-naked, sweaty Logan…” She couldn’t suppress a slight tug at the corner of her bowed mouth.
Logan saw her smile and his stony face immediately softened. He smiled outright. Marie caught it, bringing her out of her reverie. At times like these he looked so young. She thought of how deceptively he looked like a young man instead of the ancient person he really was. She tried to imagine him playing games with the others in the rec. room or high-fiving Piotr after winning a video game. Her slight smile turned into a full-fledged chuckle at the absurdity of the very idea. The laugh sounded foreign even to her. She hadn’t laughed in what seemed like too long a time. She noticed that Logan at least seemed pleased by it and his own smile became even broader. Together they shared a moment of triumph at living another day. Besides, everything was at peace now, wasn’t it? Logan had a place to call home and Marie? Well, she was touchable liked she’d always wanted, right?
Marie sucked in a breath and caught a lingering taste of Bobby’s Cool Blue Listerine mouthwash. “Oh, Bobby.” She thought with a start as her fingers brushed over where his lips had been. She reluctantly broke her gaze with Logan, turning away from the window. She went off to find the Iceman remembering that it had been a while since he had left to tell everyone the good news.
From below, the Wolverine, now frowning, stared at the empty window frame where Marie had been. “She left,” he muttered aloud, “probably in search of that little frosty-pants kid…” His frown deepened. Logan turned to look for Warren in the sky, but he had moved out of his line of vision. Wolverine stuck a hand into his jacket to retrieve a fat Cuban cigar. His body leaned against the stone railing on Xavier’s patio. For the most part, he was alright with how everything had turned out. Magneto and Mystique were finally out of commission permanently. It’s true, so were Xavier, Scott, and Jean, but to a much greater extent. He sighed thinking of their deaths, especially Jean’s. Though, if he was completely honest with himself, he’d have to admit he’d already laid his image of Jean to rest long ago at Alkali Lake. He took another deep, shaky breath and looked over the wide expanse of forest copse covering Xavier’s property.
“But Marie and I are still here.” He thought, slightly wistful and stopped himself before he lit into another full-blown smile. “The big, bad Wolverine does not smile with such abandon,” he chastized himself. “He is supposed to be the goddamn mirror image of power and masculinity!” But, chewing on the end of his cigar, he thought about Marie’s bare skin available for the touching at any time… He groaned aloud. “Now that’s worth smiling for.” He thought and did just that before walking into the mansion in search of a light for his cigar.
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