| Night had come to Professor Xavier�s school for the gifted. Dusk had swallowed the institute and its surroundings in a calm aura of shadows and sleep. Everyone within had gone to bed, the professor, snug in his bed, dreamed of mutants and war, and it sickened him. The only mutants not asleep now was radioic, who never slept but watched television all night, changing the channels with the blink of an eye, and Logan, sat awake, ever watching, ever looking for danger. Logan had just gotten back from a bar where he had gotten himself plastered, and staggered back home, forgetting Scott�s motor cycle in the parking lot.Why should he drive that thing home, when he can barely see straight, he wondered. He staggered past Radioic without even a glance, and went into his room. He removed his dusty leather jacket and sat on his bed, panting and sweating like he had just run a marathon. Logan then laid down, looking out his skylight window at the stars. He said aloud � why is it that I love, but am never loved back? Will I be alone forever? Why do I care? I am better off alone. But just once, I would like to be loved.� He lit up a cigar and puffed away, looking at the stars.He inhaled the tobacco deeply in a sort of nicotine - covered sigh, and lay there, feeling uncomforted feelings and loneliness overcome him. The thought of his bed and rest brought no peace to him. He no longer had visions of his making, for he knew it all, and knew the truth. Logan snorted, feeling a tear come down his cheek onto his pillow. At last, the conclusion of his anger and wretched sadness came to him in a flash of tear jerking light. Logan needed someone to love him. He was sick of being alone. Again, he spoke to himself. � This sucks. I can�t be alone anymore. I can�t stand it. Should I look for someone, or wait for them to come to me? I can�t wait anymore for god to bring me someone who will love me for what I am. I ain�t getting any older, and it�s time the wolverine settled down. But with whom? Who in their right mind would want to even think about me other than an animal?�He wondered to himself what kind of girl he wanted. Did he want a strong one, like storm, or a smart one, like Jean? He knew he would leave a rouge type out of the loop, because he wanted to be able to touch them. He became confused and sadder by this thought. �That�s it,� he thought. � I don�t care what kind of girl she is, I don�t even care if she�s got fur. I just want a woman, and that�s final. But girls like charm, and that�s one thing I barely have. I have the body; I have the strength, god, and my wang aint too bad either. But charm is something I am gonna have to work on.� He sat up and put out his cigar, and took off his faded jeans and his black shirt, down to his boxers and wife beater shirt. Logan flexed his muscles, rolling his shoulders back and moving his pectorals. He went to the full body mirror and looked at himself, flexing and putting a hand through his ruffled and soft brown hair.�What woman wouldn�t want this?� he said out loud, again flexing. He looked down at his feet, and noticed that he had noticeable wood happening in his jockey�s. �Well then, just thinking about girls made you stand at attention, huh?� he said to his penis, and removed his boxers and shirt, deciding that if he was going to sleep alone, he may as well sleep in the buff. Just then, a knock sounded at his door. Had he locked the door, he wondered? He said, � Who is it? I�m kinda busy!� and no one answered. He threw on his robe and went to the door, finding it unlocked, and snarled at himself. He opened it, and found no one. He growled and said � I swear, Kurt, if this is a joke, you�d better pop your blue ass back into this dimension and show yourself!� But no blue smoke appeared, no Nightcrawler appeared, laughing.Logan snarled and shut the door. When he turned around, there stood a short girl, about five foot four, and looked to be about twenty years old. She had light brown, long hair, and green, piercing eyes. She stood there in a blue spaghetti strapped shirt and green polka doted pants. Seeing someone in his room made him jump a little, and he was shocked and curious at the same time. Then, a feeling of anger overtook him. � What the fuck do you think you�re doing in my room at this hour? Who are you and what the hell do you think your doing here?� the young woman spoke, her lips parting like the sea under Moses, her voice sounding like a chorus of wolves, and to Logan, it sounded beautiful. � I am sorry, Logan, I.. Well I knocked, I must have been invisible at the time, see, I sometimes forget when I am visible or not. I heard your prayer to the night, and I came to see if it is what you really wanted.� Logan cocked an eyebrow. � You heard me? There�s no way. Only the professor can hear thoughts, I�ve never seen you before, who are you?� The girl spoke again, bowing her head.�I am Tatiana, and I am new here. I can hear thoughts and see dreams, I can read minds and silence screams.� Logan smirked. � Nice poem. Write it yourself?� Tatiana half smiled and continued. �I have been alone for many, many years, and soon found that I had strange powers, that I was a mutant. So I checked myself into the school in hopes to get a handle on my powers.� Again, Logan raised an eyebrow and cocked his head at this beautiful stranger. �And what powers might those be?� Tatiana cocked her head in mocking and spoke. �I have telepathy, and I can become invisible. Logan backed away at the listing of Tatiana�s powers. �Wait.. Wait.. Why did you say you came here again?� He looked down at Tatiana, peering at her face and, well, her full cleavage. �I came to make your dreams come true. We have been alone too long. You want someone to love, and I have seen you, you drag your feet and wish for love like it is something you will never have.You are tough and aggressive to cover your hurt and pain. I too have suffered without the warmth of human or, in your case, mutant comfort. My parents kicked me out of my home ages ago when they found I was strange. I wandered the Rocky Mountains for years, living off of the land and its rich waters. I learned the ways of the bear and the bird, and became the honorary member of a pack of wolves after three years of seeing each other and getting to know their howls and barks like it was human talk. The pack leader, Keratin, taught me to survive in the wild, how to kill, how to fight. Many a hunter has been injured or killed by me while protecting the pack. One day last year, Keratin growled to me about this place, and told me I should be with my own species, that being a wolf and a woman can not be natural or accepted, at least not by humans. So I packed my meager belongings and came here.The howls of my family filled my heart with courage and I still hear them in the distance some nights, singing hello to me, and shouting their problems and their missing of me to the dark. I have seen you, wolverine. You are like me. An animal.� Tatiana stopped talking, and sat down on the bed, looking up at Logan. Logan looked down at her again, with not anger in his heart about her intrusion, but awe and kinship to this stranger. �So you speak wolf then? How can I believe you?� Tatiana looked up at Logan, and got up, and opened his window. Sticking her head out the window, she howled like a wolf, her voice alternating in different tones and filling the room with a sweet music like sound. Tatiana brought her head back in and stood there a moment, as Logan looked on, puzzled. She smiled, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Logan did not pull away. Logan looked behind him at the small woman, her lithe form, her slightly pointed, beautiful ears, her light hair sweeping over her shoulder like a shroud of courage and pride.He took her hands in his and brought her about, looking into her eyes, which shined like the stars he so loved to look at every night. He saw in them a sadness, an anger and feral rage, much like his own. He read her soul like a novel, seeing her life in a flash of pictures and feelings. He then saw a new image; one of him and her laying in a bed of silk sheets together, holding her in his arms as she slept, smelling her intoxicatingly beautiful scent. Then, for a moment, his rage and loneliness faded away, and didn�t seem to return. A smile covered his face, and his eyes could not move off of Tatiana. He felt happiness, like that he had felt when around Jean, but amplified. He no longer wished for Jean, or anybody else, save for her, the small woman whose hands he held in his rough, callused hands. Tatiana smiled, coming into his arms and resting her head on his slightly bare chest, taking his smell into her like a rich perfume.Logan looked down and suddenly no longer felt alone, he had found his love, and feelings of doubt and loving filled his head and heart. Instead of answering Keratin with howls and growls, he took her by the hand and she looked up, her eyes shining again like those, which Logan loved to stare at night after night. Logan, the Great Wolverine, leaned down to Tatiana and kissed her, only a slight peck. She responded by smiling and holding him closer to her, her chest smashed against his.This feral embrace made his blood boil in passion, something he hadn�t felt in a very long time. He leaned down again and kissed her lustfully, His tongue searching out hers, entwining with her tongue slowly and passionately. Tatiana moaned, rubbing her hands over his robe and into it, searching out his sides. |
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