Psylocke’s Pursuit II
Title: Psylocke’s Pursuit II
Summary: Same as the first one but things got a little more deeper in the plot stew.
Betsy woke the next morning to find an animal lying beside her. She gently pushed back the covers and rose to see that it was 7:38 a.m. She placed her palm on his warm chest. The hair was soft and smelled of old sweat. Ugh. I have to talk to him about a shower. She pushed her partner roughly to wake him.
"Logan!" She shoved his shoulder and smacked his butt. "Get a move on!"
Logan turned towards her and yawned. "I’m up o.k. o.k." The British beauty then turned and walked naked into the bathroom for her usual morning shower. Steam rose from the shower as she quickly stepped in from the harsh coldness of the morning. Her mind wandered back to last night. Oh what a night it had been. Conquering Logan had been one thing but spending a night out with the remarkable Gambit had been quite another. Its not like she wanted him like she had Logan. It was simply fun not to get involve with a man who could willingly make you yearn for him.
Before her miraculous transformation, Betsy had been a socialite. Traveling with the richest of the rich and meeting men who never even thought of being endangered of a telepath digging into their private Swiss accounts, not like she needed money though. Being a rich Braddock had its opportunities and being a telepath had helped also. So now here she was with a new body as the old one laid cold and dead in the ground. That was the past and now is the future. She shuddered at the thought of losing both Logan and the new family she had found. Her life before as Elizabeth Braddock was a sparkle she could never again obtain with Kwannon’s form. To the world Elizabeth Braddock was dead. To the X-men she was weapon of the shadows. She shut off the water and stepped out to find a towel hanging across the arm of her new lover.
"Good morn’, darlin." She took the towel from the out stretched hand and wrapped her chilling body. "Thank you." She stepped up to him and kissed his forehead softly. She smiled then covered her mouth, "Morning breath." It must have been a bad move because Logan stepped out of the bathroom dressed in his jeans then opened the door to leave. "I’ll go get changed then meet you at breakfast." Then he left.
Betsy dried herself off then dressed in long black trousers and a deep blue blouse. She quickly brushed back her hair into a ponytail and flew out the door. While on her way towards the staircase she heard a whimper down the opposite hall. Curiosity driving her mad made her detour down the hall. Another cry came from the opened door. She peered her head inside and saw Rogue crying on her bed. She held a photograph in her right fist and had the other one underneath her head. "Why?" She raised her head towards the door and Betsy saw the woman that everyone feared. Her eyes were blood shot from what seem like hours of crying. Her hair was a mess with tangles in all directions. She looked like a monster. A monster that was mad at her.
"Why’d cha take him?" She rose up from her tear soaked bed and stepped towards her. "I didn’t steal Remy because I don’t want him. We just went to a party and came home late that’s all." Betsy tuned her mind onto the pain she was receiving from her friend. Betrayal seeped from her conscious mind more than pain. Rogue thought Remy had betrayed her with Betsy. Little did the strong brunette know that Remy had long been cheating on her in a physical manner.
"There is nothing between Remy and me so calm down…actually I’m having… a fling with Logan at the moment so if you will please calm down." Betsy motioned at the door and reached out for Rogue. "Let’s go eat, huh"
"Ah guess wrong, uh?" She managed a faint smile then took Betsy’s hand and together they went down stairs leaving a crinkled photograph of her day with Remy at the beach.
The photo would hold its memory of the loving bond between them, a bond that could only be broken by a touch. A swipe of the hand could be deadly to them both.
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" I just think it’s a little weird that’s all." Scott put his fork down onto his plate. "Why would the police shoot up a rich man’s party just for a noise ordinance? And why does Warren have to come back?"
"Warren’s back?" Betsy had walked in with Rogue at the last sentence. She ignored Logan’s sharp glance at her and his nervous thumb twitching on his fork. Scott nodded at her and Rogue. "He called this morning saying that his neighbor held a costume party last night in the complex beside his and the police arrived guns blazing. He’ll be here tonight," he glanced at Jean then returned to his stare on Betsy, "Warren also said a purple hair woman attacked his security officer. Do you know anything about this?"
Betsy sat across Logan and simply smiled calmly. " I admit I did go out last night but attack a man of the law…why no." She fixed her coffee and left the table. "I wouldn’t hurt anyone." She said innocently then went outside to sit with Ororo. Scott then turned his attention to Jubilee, "Its nice to have you back Jubilee even if it is for a while."
"Um… yah…how was your day trip to the cold fields?"
Jean yawned, "Cold and I’m glad to be back."
"Um…when will the professor be back?"
"This afternoon. Jean is supposed to go pick him up at the station at 9."
"Scott? Can I pick him up?" Jubilee asked. Scott gave her look of understanding and nodded.
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Jubilee arrived at the train station a little before 9 and decided to wait in the small café in the arriving area. She ordered a coke and sat back as a mother and daughter were discussing what to have at the table across hers.
"Mommy, I want coffee like you." The little girl giggled as her mother patted her wild hair down with her hands. "You won’t like it honey."
"But I want it."
"O.k. you can sip some of mine… but we’ll get you a coke also."
Jubilee watched the mother give her kid a sip and thought of her own parents. I wonder if my mother ever let me taste coffee when I was younger. It seems so long ago when they died…when they left me.
* They didn’t mean to leave you.* He was behind her and meant to say something before but a vision slipped into his mind.
"Professor! Don’t do that!" She pushed herself away from the table and gave him a cold stare.
"Sorry. Habit." He said apologetically. She turned and gave him a hug. "I thought Jean was coming."
They exited the building and headed to the car she borrowed from Jean. "I wanted to speak to you privately."
"Oh…well then speak on. I’m here to help."
"You know my fireworks have always been spontaneous and I’ve never been able to control how much force goes into them but lately they been more powerful like yesterday. I’m afraid that one day I might hurt someone or worse kill somebody.
You’ve seen what happens when I get emotional and I’m afraid its getting worse. I did some serious damage to Emma’s danger room and the grounds." She pulled into the estate’s drive and killed the engine before entering the grounds further.
"What I’m saying is I need help focusing my energy. Will you help me?" She lowered her head on to the steering wheel and sighed. She sighed because of guilt, because deep down inside she was still the little teenager sneaking around in Australia. She had no clue about what was going on inside her body. She took a deep breath and raised her head towards the professor. His eyes told her all she needed to know. That everything was fine and that the whole team would help her.
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Ororo had seen the car stop at the gates. She was out on her balcony as usual watering her prized roses. "That’s odd."
* They’re discussing her new strength in her fireworks. *
* Jean, is she frightened of hurting someone again? *
She heard her door open and close then steps behind her. "Scared and paranoid."
"Jean? Could she be a danger to us? I …I just can’t believe that our Jubilee… our sweet Jubilee." Jean turned Storm around and gave her hug. "Its you who is afraid of Jubilee." Storm pushed her away and returned to her roses. "I’m afraid of what someone might do to harness that power. She doesn’t know how much strength she holds in that small body. Now leave me please." Jean left but only after she tried a quick surface sweep. She got nothing but a mild annoyance vibe from Storm. She was good but Ororo had practice keeping her mind private.
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Later…
She loved the way the cool water lapped at her legs. It gave her a peace at mind to have one of nature's elements play with her toes. Wrapping its strength around her long limbs. The whole scene held an aura of pure unemotional peacefulness. It was a quality of course that she could never obtain in her life. Her life as a mutant with the ability to unleash the end of humanity. To save its undeniable demise she has blocked a part of herself. A part of her existence. The thing that had started her life as a mutant…as Psylocke. Forever trapped in a nonexistent plane of pure terror. That is where she kept him. Another dimension but the same hell. She had only recently been able to control him to use her ability but for how long she didn’t know. Of course now she knows the barriers of the shadow. Of its illusions and disembodied magic. Its desire to swipe over light and drape the world with darkness. She breathes in its texture and releases its potential. Betsy giggled at the memory that flashed through her mind. The first time she came out of the shadows and into the light nearly made Ororo drop dead. Now the day was at its end. The light dimming out to let the shadows play under the full moon. Her hour was up at the dock. Betsy pulled her now wet legs out of the water and rose to leave. She began her ascension up the small hill to her home leaving the remains of her stay in a wet puddle.
Betsy with her ninja skills easily trampled through the majestic forest. On her way back to the mansion she spied a small frail flower growing solitary amongst the undergrowth. It was singled out desperately seeking out affection from the traveling wonder. She knelt down and lightly cuddled the small bloom wishing it to strive in this world full of chaos. Hoping it would cling to the little life it had. Praying that no harm would come to it. In the time of her discovery, a wolf was lurking in the forest. Hunting, searching for his prey. He too could all to well hide in the shadows of his domain. Nature was his mother as it was to his ancestors. The beasts were his keeper, the wind his aid. His savage skills all to keen to be fooled by the purple hair maiden stooping in the underbrush. Slowly, he saw, she rose with her hands near her body. She turned in his direction poised in a stance he knew all to familiar. The position his prey would take when battle would soon commence.
He steadily lowered his body to the ground. Pushing his fit build to the dirt that would cling to his glisting chest. The hunt made him feel alive. The one last true emotion he could give to his prey. Fear. It was solid and reliable. It wouldn’t fail you. It would push a man to his end and still manage to make him run harder. He could feel the blood gushing through his veins faster and faster. It was the last spiritual dance of the old world. His world. Hunter and the hunted. The killer and the to be killed. Betsy’s conscious told her to run but the instinct of her new body was ready and willing to fight. She raised her head as he pounced. He nailed her arms above her head and pinned her body with his own.
"Gotcha", he growled.
"I played your little game. Now you’ll play a part in mine." Logan shimmed off her body and released her arms. He laid down beside her and placed his arms behind his head. "What part are ya thinking of cuz I can do about anything." He said cockily.
"My request isn’t something you should take lightly, dear. Plus you haven’t even heard it yet." He turned his head towards her and winked at her. "Bets, I’m sure I can do whatever you think of."
"Well then you’ll do it." She smiled at him and gave him a nudge in the ribs with her finger.
"Hadn’t heard the request yet."
"It’s in my room. Come on." She got up and nudged him again with her foot. Logan reached out his hand to her. Betsy took it trustingly but was caught again. He pulled her down onto him and grasped her head with his big hands. He kissed her hard and rough. Letting his tongue wonder in her wet mouth. He felt her body go limp from the intense pressure. He savored this quiet moment with her all to himself. He let his hands move up and down her body measure her with his fingers. His fingers found her intoxicating and marvelous to feel. There was smooth firm skin under her blouse and rolled up pants. Skin that made him yearn to hold and pinch. She broke the kiss and pushed herself off him. She stood above him and smiled. "We have an agreement then."
"Just what do I get from this agreement, aye?"
"You get to do whatever you please with this." Her hands skimmed up and down her body. Fingers formed around her breasts taking each own into her hands. Her small lean hands were unable to hold each one fully making him grab the tender grass beneath him roughly. She undid the top buttons then let her hand graze across her skin lightly.
She then moved her hands to her hips letting her fingers loop into her loose pants pulling down on them to show her white lace underwear. Then suddenly she released her grip and ran toward the mansion. "Come on, Logan!" He chased after her letting her escape his clutches to increase his desire for her ten folds. He went through the front door and made it to the first step on the stairs when Jubilee grabbed his arm. She had come around the corner when she spotted him come in. "Wolvie! Slow down. I wanna talk with you."
"Can we do this later. I’m in a hurry, Jubes." She pulled his arm harder and stepped up above him on the steps. "No now! Come on." Jubilee tugged on Logan some more till he gave up. "O.k…o.k." He followed into the empty leaving room and sat down beside her on the sofa. "What’s the matter?"
"I had a long talk with the professor today and he wishes me to enhance my concentration to control my power. I’ve been able to focus on one single object while in the Danger Room but when I release my fireworks they go hay wire. I need help, Wolvie, will you help me?" She had practiced this speech for an hour and felt she had done a hit. He turned his head away from her and thought about the night before when she tried to seduce him. He had found Betsy that night. One woman like Betsy was all that he needed…well maybe another would be fun but this was Jubilee. His Jubilee…his ‘kid’.
He remembered how Betsy felt about Jubilee’s wild emotional power…how she hurt Ororo. He turned back to her to find her near tears. "Jubes, ya know I can’t handle the tears of course I’ll help ya. We’ll start tomorrow morning around 9." She wiped her face with her sleeve and gave him a hug. She kissed him on the cheek and giggled. "Thanks Wolvie!" She got up and rushed off down the hall. She had made her kill.
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When Logan managed to make it up the stairs he found that Betsy was in her room on the telephone. "Yes, thanks George. Oh and congratulations on the new baby. Bye."
She replaced the handle on to the phone and gave him a long stare. "Where have you been? I know your suppose to be old but I thought you were in shape. Out of breath are we?" He walked in and closed the door behind him. "I an’t out of shape and you should be the one to realize that." She smiled at him and winked at him. "I guess I do. What were you doing?"
"Nuthing. What do ya have to show me up here?"
Betsy went to her closest and pulled out a black suit and tie. "This is my plan. One night of penguin suit wearing and monkey waltzing." She laughed at his grave expression and pushed the Armani suit in front of him. "You will wear it."
"Demanding aren’t we?" He took the suit and swung it around his shoulder.
"I did your game now it’s my turn." She led him to the door. "Tonight at 8 be sharp.
It’s a formal place so be on your good behavior." He opened the door and gave her panic look then went towards his room. What have I done? He went into his room and hanged the suit on the closest door. He looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 6. They had spent most of the day in the woods and now he had to get clean. "A party…Bets you are cruel." Why a party? Is it cuz of Warren? He pushed the thought out of his mind and went to take a shower.
Around eight, he went to knock on Betsy’s door. He hadn’t been nearly as nervous as he had thought he would. The suit he had to admit made him feel powerful than any battle simulation created in the Danger Room. With his wild hair brushed back you could almost call him a gentleman. The door opened to a vision beyond words. There stood a woman who radiated in pure splendor. A black dress that snuggled every curve and feature with an alluring twirl ending just on her hip and revealed that she was wearing a black thong underneath. The bottom of the dress ending near her ankles and with the slit beginning at her hip made her legs look long and slender. The top of her gown hanged low relishing her rather large cleavage. The way her breasts shooked when she moved forward to take his arm made him also believe that their was no bra.
"If you don’t’ mind I’ll be driving us. I borrowed Charles’s BMW for the drive." Psylocke made her statement solid and being the guest in this little affair he relented his ego. "Nope don’t’ mind at all, darlin’." He did open the driver’s side door for her and like the gentleman he was he propped his feet up on the dashboard and closed his eyes to see her reaction. Halfway down the drive she took an abrupt halt bring his head to his toes.
"Damn, all ya had to do was say something," he brought his feet down and sat correctly in the seat. "Huh, did you say something? I was focusing on the road and stopped for a rabbit in the road." She smiled at him and quickly replied, "You o.k.?" "Fine, just fine."
Betsy tuned the radio to a classical station with the intention of driving him mad. Just for fun she thought to loosen his animal side a little. "Damn it, this shit?" He fumbled for the buttons but Psylocke pushed his hand away. "Me drive. Me listen to what me want." Her expression mocking his annoying looks.
The drive to the city was quiet except when Logan kept trying to change the station.
She finally allowed him to change the station to country rock when… "Hey looks like we’re here." He snarled at her and looked outside. One look at the mob of people inside and surrounding the building made him wish for a bag over his head. It was packed with pretentious looking people with gold bearing purses and with perfect complexions that only a family built on crude money grubbing could possible obtain for themselves. Plastic surgery was the only beginning of a rich man’s pursuit of a perfect body and mind. Logan had heard of all the wild tales that rich people do to their bodies from Warren. He hadn’t directly discussed trivial things with Warren like body modification but he had over heard a conversation between Bobby and Warren one-day and picked it up.
He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind and decided it was best just to follow Betsy’s lead. They entered with faces turned in their direction. Whispers flew as they checked their coats with a maid and made their move to the host. To them it was a strange sight to see a purple hair Asian with a short masculine brute at the well renowned party for the bored multimillionaire. The all to familiar host had his hand around a lean looking woman with a bright pink dress and flaming red hair. He was nipping at her ear lobe when Betsy tapped on his shoulder.
"Monsieur Di’ Angelo, if I may have your attention?" The girl gave Betsy a dreary look of helplessness while her admirer turned his head at the intrusion.
"What do you want…Oh, Mademoiselle Braddock, you have come!" He took her from Logan’s hook and swung her around. He laid a kiss on her cheek then released her. Betsy came back with a wide smile and a calm look of irritation, "I have brought with me a friend, Monsieur, here is Logan…um…?" She gave him a grave look of confusion… "Just call me Logan." He took the demented man’s hand and gave him a firm handshake. "Well then, you may call me by my nickname…Angie." Angie smiled and gave Logan a wink then went off with his red headed wench to get another glass of wine. "He seems strange if ya ask me?" Betsy nodded in agreement as she watched her host smile wildly then unzip his fly and pee in a nearby potted pant. "Rich people."
Betsy turned her attention back on her date. "You’ve been a good boy so I’ll give you a break. Let’s get out of here." She took Logan’s hand and guided him upstairs. "Remy and me found this little place you’ve got to see." She pushed through a halfway opened door and opened a window that led to the roof. "Just what were you two doing that ya needed a place fer?" She leaned halfway outside and came back inside grinning. "Just escaping the police." She took her dress in hand and began to unbutton its lower part. Betsy was left with only a sheer black thong and diamond pendent around her neck. She wrapped it around her shoulders as a shawl covering breasts barely then stepped out onto the roof. "Can’t ruin a $5,000 dress can we?" Logan kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks then threw them to the side. He climbed out the window and looked at his surroundings. The roof was dark except for the bright lights of the city below. There was a blanket with several multi-colored pillows on one side of the roof near another building. A bottle Chardonnay was chilling in an ice bucket with a tray of grapes and other assorted fruits. It seemed she had planned this out to every detail for an adventurous evening. Betsy had moved to the roof’s edge inspecting its view of the city. She had led him here for unknown reasons. Yes, she desired him. Who in their right mind wouldn’t but could she keep him? Warren had loved her then left her in a world of agony. She had loved him. She gave herself completely to him. Trusting him to never leave her, to never hurt her. At first the thought of having a fling with a designated playboy was to tempting to pass up. She could have pleasure without the trouble of a relationship. Her life was already in a mess and the need for a steady mate and the difficulties that came with one was too much. It was a good plan at first. The routine was quite thrilling actually but then the excessive sex without a real loving emotion behind it made her feel empty. A man who desired her body but never had plans for the mind to play a part. Now here she was with a man who desired her body once again. Playing a role that only caused her pain but their was something she had caught earlier. Something that made her continue with the deception of romance. He loved her. He thought she was beautiful, yes, but also brilliant. His thoughts were full of animal like hunger for her. A flush of heat went straight between her thighs when an image of what he wanted to do her came into focus. The man did have endurance for sex, which was only enhanced by his healing factor. She turned in his direction and watched him inspect the luscious picnic that George, Angie’s butler, had made hours before. Logan walked up to her and drew her in for a kiss. Their mouths melded into a slush of tongues and his hands were roaming her heated region. He expertly fingered his way through her thong and slid it down her thigh. She kicked it off her foot and winded her hands around his strong back. He moved his mouth to her neck lapping at the soft delicate skin he found. She tasted of sweet ginger, which made him believe her favorite lotion was filled with ginger essence.
She unlocked her arms from around his back and peeled his coat off. Logan lowered his arms to help her. He unbuttoned his shirt and was released of the black tie that had bothered him all night. Betsy lowered her hands to his pants and unbuckled his belt. She pulled it out and threw it over the roof. "Hated it." Logan growled, "I liked that one." He took her roughly by the hands and held them behind her back. He nudged his nose into the crevice that began her cleavage. Underneath the ginger he picked up the scent of her raw sexual arousal. His own was at its peak making it impossible for him to control his actions. The bulge in his pants had taken full effect and it began to pain him not to hold her closer. He covered her right nipple with his mouth and moved his tongue around it prompting a groan from her. He grabbed her other breast with his hand and held it shape, placing pressure on her chest. His thumb stroking the nipple, tweaking it, molding his palm to its circular form. He liberated her hands from her back and moved them to his pants. Betsy, figuring what he wanted, unzipped his pants and held with a hand his length that pulsated heat from within him. Her hands were cool to his warm body. The air from their height had gotten cold from the sun’s disappearance and without clothes made them shiver. Logan pushed Betsy up onto the cement railing and pulled her legs around his waist. She kissed his neck then pushed her body onto him and he carried her over to the blanket. He slowly fell to his knees and lowered her to the soft ground. With her legs still wrapped around him, he kissed her mouth again drawing her tongue with his own. He pushed her arms above her head moving down to suckle each breasts for a moment then to her wet mound between her slender legs. He explored her center with his tongue, darting it in and out in a fashion that made Betsy scream in pleasure.
He slid his finger into her muscular entrance, placing pressure on her clitoris soon he felt her juices on his face. He rose from her vagina and kissed her deeply. Betsy tasted his moist mouth savoring her flavor. It was a sensation that Warren never gave her. He pulled her over to sit on top of his chest. Betsy slid her quivering body down to his erection and raised up inches from him. Teasing him by lightly touching him feeling the pre-cum from his penis. Then she smoothly lowered in one motion enlarging her own organ to fit his member. Sweeps of bliss caressed their union. Logan tensed then Betsy felt the warmth of his orgasm flow through her. When he had softened she released his waist and laid down beside him. He pulled her close to his side, he wrapped his arms around her and cuddled. Logan had before never been much at cuddling but now he felt it was necessary to do it with her. He felt she needed it to reassure her that it wasn’t just casual sex like she had with Warren. He knew too well of the arrangement between them from his conversations with the idiot. Warren had loved her on another level, the one that didn’t cause for talk after sex. She was quiet now. "Betsy?"
She turned her head to his, "No, words. Just relax and sleep." Logan pulled the blanket over them and stayed silent while she slept. He thought of how much longer he could handle this. They came from separate worlds. He was an animal with a past too gruesome to even remember correctly. A man whose mind was screwed up with lies and half-truths. What he did know now was his love for her had grown from a lust craving need to a desire of companionship. Logan, the Wolverine, needed a steady relationship. Guess hell has frozen over. Here he was with Psylocke, a woman who skill as a warrior was as great as his. A woman who blends in with the shadows much like him. A woman with a thirst for a good fight. A woman he could understand and crave forever. He had found his match…his mate. Betsy twitched awake, "Oh God!" She had been dreaming…dreaming of him. She sat up dropping the blanket. The thought never crossed her mind and more than likely didn’t go through his. "We didn’t use a condom."
"Shit!" His face turned white and his palms got sweaty. It was stupid of him not to think of that. Here they were on an empty roof thinking of a past mistake that could possibly change their lives. "I’ll get tested tomorrow. I’m sure Hank can keep it quiet."
Betsy kissed him gently on the lips and wrapped his arms back over her body. Her nude form encased with his own warmth. "Its o.k. It’s just a mistake we made. We’re both adults and we can handle this." He brushed his lips on her purple hair and hugged her closer.
"Guess one of us should go git some rubbers."
"Maybe we should eat some of these grapes." Betsy got up and tugged the plate closer to them. "An’t really in the mood fer grapes." He pinched her butt and growled. Betsy pushed him onto his back and reveled at his waist. "You’ll like the grapes I give you." She plucked a single grape and popped it into her mouth. It resurfaced between her lips poking out for him to take. Logan reached for her mouth and cutting the grape with his teeth. He swallowed the little piece then ravished her mouth. He slipped the other half out of her mouth and tasted the sweet flavor. Betsy took another grape and placed it on his belly button. She giggled then placed her lips on his stomach. She sucked up the fruit and licked his navel. She moved upward with her muscle and attached it his left nipple. It was hard and pointy leaving her with a thick cone to play with. She lifted her head and blew at his other nipple watching with arousal as it stiffened. "We don’t need rubbers to enjoy each others talents." Betsy pushed her body down to meet his penis. It quickly rose and greeted her in the face. "God!" Logan lowered his head and saw her reaction. "Sorry, mind of its own, ya know." She kissed it softly, "No problem." Betsy wiped her tongue along his shaft and placed a soft hand on his balls. She massaged them in her palms feeling their weight and size. He groaned when she tickled them with her wet tongue. Then she held his erection with her hands and moved her mouth over it. She tasted the pre-cum and was enthrall with the thought of him enjoying the pleasure she was giving. She felt her own body become hot when he said her name under his breath and asked for more. She applied more pressure with her mouth sucking more into her mouth. His body rippled then a splash of cum entered her mouth. Betsy moved her mouth off the member and watched him splatter her with his seed. It was strange to see a white substance that undoubtedly had been in her body come out onto her. When he had finished he pulled an edge of the blanket and wiped her wet chest and his crotch. "We should get back to the mansion before the cops are called on us." Betsy got up and found her dress on the railing where she had left it and slipped the smooth silk onto her sweaty body. She fixed her hair as best she could then handed Logan his pants and shirt. Logan was glad his first thought of ripping the binding clothes didn’t occur. They left the blanket for the butler to deal with and snatched the unopened champagne. He found his shoes and rushed to put them on while Betsy tried to straighten her dress on right. She couldn’t find her thong for some reason. They descended the stairs and found the cops were there pulling partiers out of the house. Angie was seen kicking and screaming, "You have no right! Don’t you know who I am?"
"I know you broke a lot of rules with this little get together. Drunken disorderly, minors consuming alcohol, engaging sex with a minor, and suspected drug usage." The cop placed handcuffs on Angie’s wrists and began his Miranda rights speech.
"What? Minor? She said she was eighteen! I have money and power in this town you’ll pay!"
Logan grabbed Betsy and pulled her into a dark corner. He whispered into her ear, "Make us disappear." Betsy wrapped her arms around him and darkness enveloped them. She had pulled the shadows of the night to cover them…to hide them from the cops that were climbing the stairs. "Anyone up here? O‘ Brian, search the rooms." The cops looked but to no avail. "No one is up here. We got what we came for. A ransom for Di’ Angelo will pay for any pain and suffering of boredom we got tonight." The dirty cops went downstairs to round up some more folk. "Logan, they’re going to sell Angie."
She unwrapped from him and sneak toward the railing. "He’s got money he’ll pay his way out. Not our problem." Betsy gave him a cold stare. "How dare you not help him. Hasn’t Charles been an influence on you? He needs our help." Betsy slipped off her heels and ran down the stairs. Logan was soon after her, "O.k.!" snickt. An armed officer tried to aim at the attacking beast but found his gun slash into bits. Logan then smashed the bottle of wine on his victim’s head. The man hit the floor with a grunt. Psylocke moved swiftly towards the cop handling Angie. "Eliz.." Psylocke smashed the cop into the wall and grabbed Angie before he could say her full name to the armed cop. "No names. Follow me." Psylocke signaled Wolverine then moved back up the stairs. Wolverine sliced another weapon aimed at his beloved then followed. Betsy went to the roof and moved to the edge near Warren’s building. She saw that the roof was clear then jogged back a few feet then began her run. She leaped across the gap easily and landed with her feet on the ground safely. "Come on! They’ll figure where we’ve gone soon enough!" Logan slashed Angie’s cuffs with ease and pushed him forward. "Hurry up, bub." Angie frightened of the monster before him and his enemies below did what Logan said. He did the same start off as Betsy but landed too far from the other building’s ledge. "Elizabeth!" Betsy grabbed his hands and pulled him up to her. When he was safe on the ground he hugged her and kissed her on the cheeks in gratitude. Logan completed his jump then they hurried down the stairs the main floor.
It seemed Warren had assembled a larger team of officers. At least twelve heavily armed men were down in the lobby waiting for any type of intrusion. Hidden from view, Logan whispered to Betsy. "We can’t handle that number and be sure to git this freak out alive."
"I take offense."
"Shut yer trap."
"Logan, was Warren at the mansion when we left."
"Ya, he was seeing Ororo."
"I have an idea. Come on." Betsy led them back up the stairs. She stopped at the penthouse and picked the lock with her hair clip. Remy wasn’t the only thief on the X-men team. Betsy had had her share of locked doors that she desired opened. "You are remarkable."
Angie was in awe of the purple hair beauty. Never in his life had he seen such a wonder save him and protect him like her. The door opened to a luscious living room with objects of fine quality and expensive taste. Betsy moved directly to a bookcase filled with books and unique figurines. She knew where she going. Warren had shown her his private collection of electronics and weaponry. She pushed in the book called War and Peace then a wall moved out to reveal a room filled with gadgets. "Warren has this transmitter that connects with the mansion. If we can get it running we can get help." Logan saw that within the little niche held an arsenal of the best weaponry.
He shouldn’t have been surprised that Betsy knew every inch of the apartment. She had more than likely spent nights here with Warren. Wasting her passion with a man who was in love with her body. Giving her whole self-being to him. It filled him with pain to think that she had given herself to him first then to be hurt by him. He swore he would never hurt her. Never be the one to cause her harm. Logan shoved Angie out of the way and unleashed his claws. He inserted one claw into the screw and with a flash of his hand had the screw itself falling to the ground. Logan lifted the casing and inspected the wiring.
"Don’t seem to be a problem." Betsy smiled at him and pointed at the plug. "You’re so dramatic sometimes." Logan ignored her laugh and plugged the cord into the wall.
He flipped the on switch. A short wave of static emerged then a soft buzzing. "Works now."
Betsy took the mouthpiece in hand and called for help. "Fruit base come in. This is Hawk eye. Please respond." They waited what seem seconds when a familiar voice answered. "Hawk eye this is Fruit base. Blue Fur here. Over."
"Blue Fur, we got messenger difficulties could you assist in picking up. Think it might rain? Over."
"Will do. Over and out."
Psylocke replaced the mouthpiece to the machine. "Guess Storm will be here in ten."
Angie sat on the luxurious black sofa and snuggled with a throw pillow. "What happened? Why did they want me?" Betsy sat next to him and watched the normally controlled man weep into a suede pillow. "I don’t know why exactly. They said something about selling you for a good price. Are you not telling me something?" Her tone was cool and steady. She needed to be to remain calm and keep her head clear. Angie needed a strong shoulder and someone with a straight mind when a fight came up. Logan would always get his emotions ahead of his fist.
Angie sat up and cradled his head in his hands, "You know I’m an empath but theirs more to it than just reading others emotions. I can make others hate or love you. I can enhance a mutant’s dormant empath gene. Remy knows the trouble of it. Ya know he has it too. I guess someone who wanted to be loved by a crowd of people would do this."
Logan closed the bookcase and moved to the window. "Did ya use your power on us?"
"No, I promised Elizabeth that I wouldn’t use it on her or her friends."
Logan toned him out as rain began to spatter his view.
He sniffed the air and caught a familiar scent cross his nose. "’Ro’s here."
The attractive wind rider landed on the terrace with ease and waved them over. Betsy took Angie by the hand and brought him over to the window. "We can take you to a safe place till we figure this out." Logan opened the terrace door and saw Rogue land next to him. "Ah’ll carry ya. Grab hold." Logan reluctantly grasped her neck and she took off. Betsy strapped Angie’s arms around Ororo. "He should be light. I got something for myself." Betsy went back inside and grabbed the jetpack from the closet and slugged it onto her shoulders. Bang. "Hey! Open up!" Betsy ran outside when the door slammed opened revealing three armed guards. She flicked the button and was sent sailing upward. She was barely off the ground but soon reaching the ledge of the terrace she went straight towards the mansion.
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"Di’ Angelo, explain to me again your power." They were sitting in the living room having tea while Scott and Jean were being filled in. Betsy had explained their situation when they arrived but Angie needed to express his problem in his own way.
"Mrs. Grey, I have an empathic ability and slight telepathy. My empathic ability has been enhanced to promote genuine emotion in others. I believe that is the reason of my attempted capture. Someone would pay a great deal of money to be loved or have someone hated." Angie sipped his tea and lowered his head.
"It’s a possibility but couldn’t someone just want to ransom you for money." Scott jumped in. He was nervous around the flamboyant multimillionaire. Maybe the yellow stains on his pants had him uncomfortable. "Could be." Angie placed his empty cup on the table, "Could I maybe wash up and take a rest? Its been quite a day."
"Yes of course." Jean led him out of the room.
"Betsy is he serious."
"Quite. They weren’t exactly police officers there." Betsy exchanged a look with Logan and smiled slightly. "Scott, there is something I wish to tell you." Logan walked over from his window and sat next to her. He held her hand with his and stared at Scott.
"Cyke, something happened tonight that we kinda want to let you know about."
"Give me some credit o.k. We’ll have noticed how you two are acting. Rogue sort of filled us in about your little affair. It’s just…you haven’t told Jubilee have you?"
Betsy’s hand stiffened at the name. "No we haven’t but we will tomorrow. It’s late and I’m tired."
Upstairs…
"Do ya have a problem with Jubes?" Logan was busy removed the day’s wear and bluntly brought it up. Betsy came out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth.
* No. Well…I know she is like a child to you. I understand that but telling her this while her powers are still crazy is illogical. * She walked back into the bathroom and washed out her mouth. When she came back he was in bed waiting for her. "I guess I’ll see if she can tomorrow." Betsy climbed in and placed her head on his chest. "I hope so."
Logan held her in close and laid his head back on the pillow. The day had begun as normal as any day as a mutant. Now it ended as any normal day as a human in love would end…in the arms of a lover.
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Knock. Knock. Jubilee got no answer on Logan’s door. "Damn it." It was half past nine already and her patience was wearing thin. She stomped her foot on the ground and knocked one more time. "He an’t there." Rogue was in her doorway slipping on a white pair of gloves. "Well where is he?" Rogue moved forward and laughed. "He out and a bout." Rogue turned and left for the stairs. "Great." Jubilee sauntered down the hallway and decided to see Bobby. Iceman was lounging on the sofa in front of the television.
She slowly crept up behind him and watched how he made puns about a show on comedy central.
‘Today on the Man Show we have a special game called Search and Find. It’s real simple guys. You take the list given to ya at the beginning of the show and find on our lovely ladies the items.’
Bobby’s gaze wondered around the t.v. when a rather large chest woman came out with a flag taped between her breasts. "Yah…go get."
"Pig. Turn that shit off." Jubilee grabbed the remote and switched the station to Mtv.
"Now that is quality television." She flung herself beside him and watched the new Backstreet Boys video reached number two on TRL. "That’s shit. Boybands?"
"Well at least they’re cute and have a great personality."
"Yah, for a monkey on a string. You know their all gay."
Bobby had his sights on the remote then with a wave of his palm nipped her hand with a piece of ice. "Owwweee!" Jubilee dropped the remote and smacked him hard on the shoulder.
"That hurt!" Bobby scrambled to get away from the angry woman but got knocked over with her foot. "Dumb ass."
"Hey all fair in love and war." He got up off the floor and brushed his jeans off symbolically. "You don’t want a war with the fabulous Jubilation." He said mocking her famous line.
"Basterd!"
"Wench!"
"Dick!"
"Buttwench!" Jubilee gave him a confused look and laughed, "What the hell is that?"
"Well it threw you off didn’t it?"
Jubilee laughed and gave him the remote. "You win, Jackass."
"Thanks. Say we’ll watch the news. It’ll bore us both." Bobby flipped the channels till CNN appeared.
‘Last night in a disaster that took placed downtown in one of Manhattan’s elite business complexes. Robert Di’ Angelo of the Robin Corp. was kidnapped by the menacing terrorist mutant group called the X-men. In a letter from the terrorist group it asks for several million dollars for the safe return of Di’ Angelo. Three officers were killed in their escape. More at six.’
"What the hell? Now you guys go off steal somebody and don’t tell me? Why am I here?" Bobby’s face was flushed with anger. "I don’t know what’s going on either but I’m gonna find out." Jubilee left the room in search of the professor. She knocked on the door. *Come in* "Have you seen the news?" She walked past the man in the chair in front of Xavier’s desk. "Yes, I know. Let me explain." After the discussion, Jubilee silently sat in the chair next to Angie.
"Why was Logan at a social gathering. He an’t the type to wear brand names."
Angie looked at her raised his hand over her forehead. "He happily attended with Elizabeth and your happy about it aren’t you." Jubilee’s eyes closed then she opened them. "Yes…happy for them." * I don’t appreciate you fooling young Jubilation *
*She won’t remember it and it won’t last long. *
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Logan picked up his pants and quickly shoved them on. "Where are you going?" Her eyes were barely open but he could tell she was fully awake. "Got something to do."
He tugged his boots on and opened the door. "See ya later."
*I know where you are going. Be easy on her.*
She heard a growl from him then he walked out to find Jubilee.
"I suppose a good workout would be good for me too." Betsy climbed out of the giant bed and grasped her uniform from the closet.
Betsy shimmed in to her body suit and slipped on her straps. She managed to zip her boots up when a knock came at her door. "Enter."
Scott came through the door with a distraught look on his face. In his hand he held a small box with a small x on the lid.
"Hank told me to give this to you. It’s a new communication device that you put in your ear. Here." He opened the box and took out a microscopic button. "Place it on your…um…breast." Scott turned his head to avoid her eyes when she came for the box.
"Thank you, Scott." Betsy smiled and pulled his chin toward her. She winked then released him. "You may leave now and return to your wife." Scott just stood by the door.
He gave her a strong glare. "Why do you do this?"
"Just for kicks." He turned and left.
She placed the box aside and left too.
Her first stop was with the laboratory to see Hank. He was slouching over a microscope with his hands on the keyboard beside him drumming figures with lighting speed. Strange that a man that big could possible be fast with anything. Fast? She shooked her head to get it back on track. "Hank?" The beast turned his body around and spied the visitor. "Ah…Ms. Braddock, how may I be of service to you?"
"I was wondering if you would do a pregnancy test for me. I was reckless last night."
Beast nervously pushed his glasses up his nose, "Ah…sure. Just go on into the other room and I’ll be with you in a moment." Betsy did as she was told and soon Hank had arrived with a bottle in hand. "If you please urinate into the cup and I’ll have the results for you in minutes." She took the cup in hand and walked toward the door he pointed to. "I thought this stuff took longer."
"Oh it does but with Shi’ ar technology marvelous things can be achieved much faster."
"Oh." Betsy went into the bathroom and soon returned with the cup half full. " Here."
Hank took the cup and placed it in a shelf with little yellow lights above and below the boxed shelf. He pushed a button on the side and the lights lit up making the cup shine with an angelic glow. "Almost looks pretty." Hank gave her a strange look and returned to his machine. "Well to the novice eye." She said under her breath. After a few minutes the lights stopped and a printout came from Hank’s computer.
"Thank the god above, its negative."
"That’s a really sweet thing to say, Hank." She had her hands on her hips and gave him a hard look. "I’m sorry its just the last thing we need is a baby during this most dreadful time. As a matter of fact I could give you birth control."
"I would like that very much."
Later…
Betsy strolled across the lawn towards the forest niche she had shared with Logan earlier. She arrived at a clearing where she practiced. With feet placed steadily in the center she began. Slowly her arms raised above her head pulling every muscle that had soften during the past days. It had been a while since she workout. She stretched her legs out taking her time to warm up. Then the motions progressed into a strenuous rapid fire of legs and hands. "Nice." Betsy paused with a leg in the air. "Thought you were practicing with Jubilee." Logan stepped up behind her and took a whiff of her jasmine hair. "She got tired quick. Call for a break." He grabbed her out stretched leg and swung her around to him. He pulled her in close and wrapped her right leg around his waist. He was shirtless and his pants held the familiar bulged. "Wanting to work out too I see." He snarled and tugged at her chin. "Something like that." He placed his lips on hers and slowly moved them lightly over her mouth. She enjoyed the irritating way he sucked her bottom lip but refuse to give in to her mouth fully. She whined a little and her leg pulled him closer to her. Logan closed his eyes and embraced her with his tongue.
He placed his free hand on the back of her left thigh and placed it around matching the other. Betsy uniform felt warm and smooth on his skin. He increased the pressure of his lips and lowered his body to the ground. Logan released his grip and pushed her to the ground. He stood above her and removed his pants and boots. Betsy quickly shimmed out of the uniform but was too slow for him. With claws out he quickly sliced down the center careful not to harm her. The rush of cool air hitting her warm body made her nipples perk and stand steady. Logan growled with pleasure at seeing her ready and willing for him. He took a breast with one hand and placed his mouth on it. Sucking, lapping at her erect nipple then placing a hand between her thighs. Feeling that she was wet he pulled her legs around him. Betsy shoved her hand around his penis guiding it into her. She put her arms around his neck and moved his around her waist. Logan raised her body and lowered it roughly. "God." He face lit up at her groans. "Well…ugh...glad you like it." She slumped her head on his shoulder and giggled. "I like your style." She slid off him and laid back onto the grass.
Logan raised his head up and looked at the cloudy sky. "Looks like its gonna rain."
Betsy placed a hand on his thigh and smiled when he looked at her. "I like getting wet."
Betsy raised her thighs and held them wide apart beckoning him. Logan pulled her legs on his shoulders and thrusted deeply into her. He wanted her to experience all that he could give her. To be filled completely with his love for her. Love. Strange that he would use that word to describe how he felt about her. Did he really love this woman?
Images of past women…past loves filled his eyes. Mariko. Jean. Now Elizabeth Braddock. She would never leave him. She had no reason to. She would never betray him because he believed she loved him. Could this be it? Could the wild beast finally be taken in by the beauty named Psylocke. "I hate to pry but what are you thinking about." She had noticed his wandering gaze. She felt him soften within her then slipped out. "Sorry. Just thinking." She pulled him to her body and laid his head on her breasts. Her fingers moved across his scalp playing in his hair. "I’m afraid of how you might react to this but I think this is how I truly feel. I know that I’ve been cold in the past to everyone including times with Warren but with you I’ve learned how warming up can be exhilarating." She paused to collect the nerve to say what she felt. "I love you." She could feel his heart pounding faster. "I love you." He had said it. The three little words that could possibly change his life forever. Then it can back to him. "Did you get tested?" Betsy giggled and dragged her body from under him. "Great to ask after we had sex again but its o.k. it was negative. Hank gave me a little protection in my shoulder too." Betsy moved on top of him making sure to sit on his stomach. "What if I was with child?" "I would have said the same thing, Bets, I wouldn’t leave you." She lowered her head and kissed him gently on his upper lip. She turned her head to his ear and whispered, "Thank you."
Angie saw them return and smiled his plan was working well. He then returned to his bed and kissed Jubilee on the forehead lightly. "Sleep well, little one, you will have a rough day tomorrow."
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