Logan
Jean’s warning was still ringing inside of my head as Jubilation “Jubilee” Lee and I made my way up to my room. “Be careful Logan.”
The party was still going strong in the basement, and part of me wondered if I was doing the right thing with Jubes. She was young. I chuckled to myself. Thanks to my healing factor, I’m older than everyone here far, far older. Yet, to most, here I look to be in my mid-thirties.
I knew that to many here, it looked like I was robbing the cradle, and maybe I was. But I’d known Jubes ever since she came to be with us here at the mansion, some years go.
I was in a pretty rough patch with everything that had just happened with the Reavers, they trying to do the impossible and leave me for dead. I was nailed up to a cross and left to die, just like a certain savior o’ ours.
But I didn’t die. An angel came up out of the heavens and helped me get loose. I knew that I must look a sight, nail holes running through my wrists and ankles, and a wound down my side – thanks to good old Pierce. She looked beyond all the blood, all the messy, dirt covered skin, and the combination of rage and anger that was brooding inside me, to free the human being that was trapped inside.
I still had my metal claws back then, and when Jubes unlatched me, the first thing that I did was pop ‘em. Scared the poor kind to death.
But looking at her now, I realize that she’s no kid.
Her right hand is latched inside the pocket of my Levi’s and my arm is resting comfortably around her shoulder.
I wanted to show her a few DVD’s on my player. I can’t believe that people tell me that Hugh Jackman looks like me – crazy. I’m going to get that DVD this week, but for fight now, I’ve got LOTR in the player, and a few cokes in the refer. There’s beer for me, but I don’t think that I want it just now.
I slip my key into my door and listen to the locks turning as the door begins to open.
There’s a bed, a chair and a table with a microwave in the kitchen, with a rather large futon on the floor. I know, you wouldn’t expect a man like me to be waltzing around with a futon. But my danged claws are always getting in the way… Keeps making it damned near impossible to keep a bed.
Jubes sits down on it and nervously smoothes out her hair. She’s let it grow as of late, so it comes down to the small of her back.
“Would you like something to drink?” I ask her as I start to rummage around in the fridge.
“Sure Wolvie, I’d love a coke.”
That nickname brought a smile to my face. She’d been calling me that since she was a kid – it’s hard to believe that almost seven years has passed.
She’s wearing this tight, blue evening gown that seems to accentuate her every curve, and a long pair of blue evening gloves that come all the way to her elbows. I wonder if she raided Rogue’s closet. My heart’s racing inside of my chest, and I feel my cock begin to swell. I try to have myself remain calm as my sniffer picks up her scent. She smells so beautiful.
