Legal issues: Kia Jaeger(codename Bast) is an original character and belongs to me. All other characters and core X-men concepts are copyright Marvel, Stan Lee, and other creators. I do not own any of them, nor do I profit from them in any way.
Author Note: This story is based upon the story and setup in the comics and takes place at no particular point in them, but is instead treated as it's own events separate from many of the large happenings in the comics. Also, I am not fully aware of every significant event that has happened in the X-men's long history, so the information presented in this story and the information in the comics may not always 100% add up. Some characters who might even be dead as of the current X-men issues may be alive in this story.
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Chapter 8
Three days later, Kia couldn't get the matter from her mind.
Kia sat at her desk, waiting for her students to finish their work. She was evil; she had sprung the assignment on them without as soon as they'd walked in the door. As the class was Creative Writing, she challenged them to write a creative, ten line, rhyming poem in thirty minutes. A couple of her poetry fiends were finished already. Most of the students appeared to be trying to rhyme words.
One student raised her hand. Kia, lost in her own little world, didn't notice. She was wondering what Logan thought about her oral skills. She had been so horny she had to run out before asking. If only she had a slight bit more control of her urges, she may have been able to find out...
"Miss Jaeger?" the student called out tentatively.
Kia jumped and looked up, "I'm sorry! What is it?"
"Can we use irregular rhyme?" the student asked.
Kia smiled, "Of course. I love irregular rhyme. It messes with people."
Five or six students sighed gratefully and began to scribble away.
Kia's mind turned back to Logan. What would it be like to have that impressive piece inside her? A chill went up her spine. Kia hadn't had sex in a long time... a very long time. Before graduate school even. She might like to try again, just to see what he would be like. A cock that wide might even
hurt
a bit. Her eyes danced at the thought.
Students in the class shifted in their seats. Most of them were talking quietly and wondering amongst themselves what their teacher was doing. Their time limit had come and gone. They were all finished with their assignment and had passed their poems to the front.
Logan entered the classroom a moment later. Several of the students waved to him. He noticed the uncomfortable silence right away. He also took note of Kia staring aimlessly out the window. He cleared his throat loudly, "Kia."
As Kia was thinking about Logan's dick at that moment, when he called her name she bolted upright and slipped out of her chair. With a thud she landed on the floor, scattering papers and pens all over. Her face turned bright red as she slowly picked herself up, "Hi, Logan. What's up?"
The class burst into laughter.
Logan smirked, "Chuck said your kids are going on a field trip tomorrow with Bobby and Kurt. He wanted ya to know and designated me messenger boy."
"Bobby and Kurt. There's a brilliant idea," Kia muttered.
The students started to buzz with excitement. Logan rolled his eyes, "Ol' Chuck said it'll be good for them and Kurt's got expertise. Somethin' 'bout old Cathedrals in the area."
"Okay. Does he want me to go?" she asked.
"Dunno. Don't think so. He only mentioned Bobby and the Fuzzball."
"All right. Thanks Logan. Class, pass your papers forward," Kia told them.
A blonde boy at the front of the class handed Kia their waiting stack of papers. Kia blushed again.
Logan grinned and walked out of the room. Apparently Kia was having trouble concentrating.
Not that he wasn't experiencing similar problems as of late. His thoughts had repeatedly gone to her talented mouth. He couldn't seem to get the feel of her tongue out of his mind.
And he needed to. He wasn't the type to form attachments. Besides, he was sure it had been a one time thing.
A few minutes after Logan had left Jean entered Kia's classroom. The students had been dismissed and Kia was picking up the last of the papers she had thrown everywhere. The redhead smiled, "I heard you get a break tomorrow."
"I guess so. Not that I'll complain," Kia returned.
"My class is going too, so I get a breather as well. Anyway, Psylocke and I are going to the grocery store tonight. Want to come?" Jean asked.
"Sure," Kia nodded. "With both of you being telepathic we ought to get shopping done easier."
"With the giant shopping carts we'll have, it'll be a stretch on the muscles too," Jean remarked. "We're also trying to convince Peter to come and help."
Psylocke appeared in the doorway, dressed from head to toe in black, "I can't find Russian boy."
"Should we bring Rogue?" Jean asked.
Psylocke shook her head violently, "Hell no. She buys too much junk food. She's gonna make me fat."
"Plus she might get inspired to cook," Kia added.
Betsy shuddered. "No. Just...no."
"By the way, why in the world are you wearing a leather jumpsuit?" Jean asked.
"Leather's in," Betsy shrugged.
"Right," Jean rolled her eyes.
"You two get ready and I'll keep trying to find someone with some strength to come push our shopping carts. Cause it'll take all three of us to push one," Psylocke told them.
Jean looked over at Kia, "She's insane."
"No kidding. So, should I get a purple leather jumpsuit to match?" Kia asked.
Jean giggled, "No. I think we should let her go incredibly overdressed."
"Good plan," Kia agreed.
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Kia met Jean and Psylocke in the garage twenty minutes later. Psylocke came in last, with Logan in tow. "He's the strongest one I can find," she explained.
"The hell is going on?" Logan asked.
"Grocery shopping. We need someone to help us push the carts," Jean replied. "Kia, you and Logan find a car, a big one, and follow us."
"When did I agree to this?" Logan asked.
"You let me drag you in here," Betsy replied.
"Dammit. Knew I shouldn't o' done that," Wolverine sighed.
