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Training

Part Two: The Challenge

By Bombshell



They put aside their attraction and mutual sexual frustration and continued to
train. April stayed out of Logan’s head, afraid of disappointing him again.

She hadn’t meant to disappoint him. She replayed their encounter over and over
in her head, cursing herself for being so timid and hesitant. She wanted so
badly to please him that she ached with guilt. Yet, he treated her no
differently than before- with no less respect or interest. That only served to
make her want him more.

They lay side by side on the expanse of lawn by the lake on the mansion’s
estate. They had been up at dawn, to jog along the shoreline. What was supposed
to be a short break turned into a long one, as April languished in the early
morning sunshine, refusing to move.

An idea had been forming in her head, and she had struggled to stop from
accidentally pushing it onto Logan.

“Do you think anyone else is awake yet?” she asked Logan.

“Doubt it. It’s Saturday, after all.”

“Yeah, some people get the weekend off.” she gave him a wry smile, and rolled
onto her side to face him. She wriggled over to him, and leaned in, kissing him
on the lips. He raised his eyebrows and looked questioningly at her. Quickly,
she stood, and began stripping off her jogging sweats and shoes.

“This ain’t a nudist resort, darlin,” he warned her, but he couldn’t help admire
her body.

“Last one in is a rotten egg!” She taunted, and ran down to the lake.

The water was freezing, and the icy shock almost made her regret the idea. But
her legs became numb almost instantly, and she continued to wade in. Her breath
was forced out of her in cold puffs as she immersed the rest of her body. She
waded in up to her breasts, her nipples hardening as the cold water lapped
against them. She turned to face Logan, who sat on the shore, looking puzzled at
her.

“C’mon in, the water’s perfect!” she lied. The cold was starting to seep into
her bones, so she paddled around, trying to stave off her shivering.

Logan felt a stir low in his abdomen as he looked at her in the water. He smiled
at her, and shook his head, mostly at himself, as he stood, and began
undressing. He joined her in the water a moment later. It was cold, but he’d
felt worse. As he moved over to her, she playfully splashed at him, and swam
away. He swam after her, and caught her ankle. She laughed as he dragged her
back towards him. He drew her into his arms and held her. Her hard nipples
rubbed invitingly against his chest.

“I’m glad you came to warm me up. It’s cold in here” she murmured.

He caressed her nipples with his fingers, then moved down to suck on them. April
moaned with pleasure, and reached down to touch him. His cock felt firm, and she
gently stroked it. A quiet growl escaped him.

“Careful, darlin” he whispered.

“It’s okay. It’s my turn….” She told him.

“Your turn to what?” he wondered.

“To do something special for you. I owe you, remember?”

“Sweetheart, ya don’t owe me anything.” He sighed.

“Please, just let me” she growled, frowning at him.

Logan laughed. “If you insist….”

His dick was getting harder in her hand. She stroked it from base to tip,
picking up the rhythm. Logan growled with pleasure, and continued to rub at
April’s nipples. She used her thumb to massage the end. She cradled his nuts in
her other hand, gently massaging them. Logan moved his hands to her hips to
steady himself as he felt his pleasure building. She firmly stroked him, feeling
him start to throb.

“Is this okay?” she whispered shyly.

“That’s good. Nice and firm” he instructed.

She rubbed him hard, picking up the pace. His breathing was hard and tight, and
he gripped her firmly, pulling her to him. She continued to stroke him as he
started to rub against her belly. He began to moan, pushing his hips towards
her. His cock throbbed as he started to come. He held her firmly as he rubbed
against her belly. He groaned and grunted, and despite the cold water
surrounding her, April felt the warmth of his juices as he came against her. He
panted gently, his head down. April held him as his orgasm subsided, still
stroking him evenly. He leaned against her and sighed with satisfaction. He
looked up at her with a wry smile.

“Thanks. I needed that.”

“Anytime, Logan. I mean it.”

He moved to hold her, but she pushed him back gently to look at him. They
studied each other in silence for several minutes.

“I want you fuck me.” She whispered.

“If that’s what you really want, when you’re ready, I will. But not yet.”

“When?” she urged him, frustrated.

Logan thought about it for a moment.

“Next week you have to fight me in the Danger Room. That’s the test to see if
you pass basic training. It’s gonna be tough, and I’m gonna put you through
hell. If you can beat me….”

April swore under her breath. Logan quietly chuckled at her. He pulled her body
to his and held her.

“There’s your challenge. If you can do that, then you’re ready….”

“I don’t see what knocking you on your ass has to do with me being ready for
sex.” She grumbled.

“Maybe I get turned on from being roughed up by girls….” he suggested.

She snorted, failing to suppress a smile. “Nothing would surprise me with you.”

“Yeah, but you better get to working on surprising me.”

“So, on which day would you like to have your ass handed to you?” she taunted
him.

“Thursday.”

April swore again. Logan held her at arms length and studied her.

“What?” he asked her.

“That’s my birthday” she sighed.

Logan smiled. “I know….”

April rolled her eyes. She pulled away from him and headed back to shore.

“I’d better get back to work” she muttered.

			*			*			*

She was as ready she was going to get. They had trained viciously during the
week, neither of them mentioning their deal; but it hung in the air as they
worked.

Logan had introduced her to the Danger Room; and at the end of every training
session, she went to her shower bruised and exhausted- her powers were useless
against holograms and machines. But the real test would be Thursday, when she
would face both man and mechanism at the same time.

He met her for her first test in the Danger Room on the morning of her
twenty-fourth birthday. Professor Xavier and many of the team assembled on the
observation level to see how this slight girl would fair against the man they
called Wolverine.

The simulation started. April found herself fighting both renegade mutants and
gun toting mutant haters alike. It took every move she’d learned over the months
to keep the simulated opponents at bay, and it didn’t help her that her special
talents were useless against them. As she fought, she stayed on the alert for
Logan. So far, he was nowhere to be seen, but April knew he’d challenge her when
she least expected it.

She rounded a corner, and came face to face with an armed mutant hunter. He
leveled his weapon at her, but before he got a shot off, April kicked out at
him, sending the shot wide.

She kicked his hand again, and he dropped the gun. He made a move for it, and
she kicked him in the head. He staggered backwards, and she moved in, ready to
finish him off.

She sensed something behind her, and turned, poised to strike. She was already
too late. A firm kick to the backs of her legs toppled her. She knotted her
fingers together, making a double fist, and swung around as she fell. She caught
Logan unexpectedly in the abdomen, and continued to roll as she hit the ground.

The simulated opponent had recovered, and April moved towards him as she
staggered to her feet. She tried to keep both of them in sight as they moved in
to attack. The opponent came in quickly, and April ducked as he swung at her. He
missed her completely, and struck Logan. Instinctively, Logan swung back,
cracking him in the jaw. The opponent fell to the ground, unconscious. As he
swung, Logan grabbed at April with his free hand. He got a handful of her hair,
and was wrenching her back up even before the simulated opponent had hit the
ground. She immediately swung her leg around, kicking him in the back. He
flinched, not letting go.

She pushed out with her mind, trying to get inside his head, but his mind was
locked down, intensely focused on her. April struggled, trying to break his
grip. He kicked at the backs of her legs again, trying to ground her. She let
herself fall, and head-butted him in the groin as she went. Logan gasped and
doubled over, neither his Adamantium skeleton nor his healing factor protecting
him from such a blow. He lost his grip on her hair, and she struggled free. He
started to recover as she tried to move away from him, and kicked out at her.
She turned to absorb the painful blow with her thighs. She staggered slightly,
and came back at him with a kick to his knees. He swung at her head. She didn’t
get out of the way fast enough. She took the punch with her forehead, and reeled
away from him, stunned.

The room spun around her, and she felt herself fall. She launched herself at
him, trying to knock him off his feet as she went. She reached down and grabbed
his right thigh from behind, pulling it up, and throwing him off balance. They
fell to the floor in a heap. April’s head was still spinning, but she knew she
had only one chance. She reached out again with her mind, trying to find a way
into his consciousness. He pushed back against her, not giving her a chance. She
struggled beneath him; her arms pinned between their bodies. She moved her right
hand, and her fingers brushed firmly against his crotch. His concentration
wavered so slightly, but it was all she needed. She forced her way in, feeling
him resist. She couldn’t take him over to put him into a waking dream. He fought
against her, physically and mentally. They both staggered to their feet, and
Logan came at her again. Still pushing against his mind with her own, she was
able to anticipate his moves. But as he stepped up his aggression, coming at her
again, he wasn’t completely in control. He took a swing, and suddenly, his claws
popped.

He didn’t draw back fast enough, and unavoidably slashed at April, then jerked
back, horrified that he had lost control. He looked at her, seeing the shocked
look on her face, and the tears in the fabric of her leotard. He concentrated,
making the claws retract, still aware of her presence in his head. He felt her
pain and fear, and looked at her again. The slashes had bloomed red. Blood
poured from the three wounds. April stared at him, frozen with fear. Logan moved
to her, and caught her as she began to fall.

“I need some help here!” Logan yelled, gently setting her down. Blood was
pooling on the floor around them. Logan felt the warm, sticky fluid on his hands
as he pressed on her abdomen, trying desperately to stem the flow. Tears ran
down April’s cheeks as she looked up at him, betrayal in her eyes. Logan fell to
the floor, still holding her. He felt her roll out from under him.

“Keep still, darlin” he murmured. He felt like his mind was disassociated from
his body, and knew he was going into some kind of shock. Confusion started to
wash over him. April had been in his arms a moment ago, now it felt like she was
pinning him to the floor. His head began to clear, and he realized his arms were
bent uncomfortably behind his back. He tried to move, but felt painful
resistance. Then he heard Professor Xavier’s voice.

“End simulation. April wins.”

He felt his arms being released. He rolled onto his back, still alarmed and
confused. He looked up at April, who stood over him, watching him intently. She
didn’t have a mark on her.

“April?” he asked.

“I’m okay.” She told him.

“But, my claws…. I cut you. You were bleeding to death!”

April shook her head and looked chagrined. She sat next to him on the floor.

“I didn’t imagine that! I could feel your fear and smell the blood. I felt my
claws pop….”

“When I tried to get inside your head, you were aware of it, so you resisted. I
couldn’t put you into a waking dream, so I manipulated your thoughts and senses.
I made you think you felt my fear, that’s why illusion seemed so real. I tricked
you into thinking you’d hurt me, so you’d be vulnerable….”

Logan stared at her. He reached out and touched her abdomen; not able to believe
he’d imagined the injuries he’d inflicted.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“It seemed too real….” He murmured, starting to feel relieved yet annoyed. She’d
done it to him again. They stared at each other in silence for several moments.

“Well, the test’s over, and you won….” Logan told her. April nodded, but didn’t
say anything. Logan got to his feet, then offered her his hand. He helped her
stand, and they moved towards the entrance. Once they were below the observation
level, and couldn’t be seen by the rest of the team, Logan slipped his arms
around her waist, and drew her towards him. He kissed her firmly on the lips.

“There’s a bunch of people up in the observation level who’ll want to
congratulate you on whipping my ass.” Logan told her with a wry grin. “I guess
I’ll just have to congratulate you myself later….”

April bit her lip and looked at him, coyly. He could tell she was already
aroused at the idea.

“I was going to try a seduction fantasy on you again, but I changed my mind….”
She told him. “I didn’t think you’d want everyone on the team to see how hard I
can make you.” She rubbed her body against his, and he could feel her nipples
through the fabric of her leotard.

“Really, and what was it going to be this time?” he asked.

“A preview of what I’d like to do to you….” She whispered. “But I can give you
the real thing tonight, seeing as I won our bet….”

			*			*			*


Jean had organized a small birthday party, which turned into a victory
celebration for April. Logan tolerated a few wry comments on his defeat from his
teammates, but hung back from the group, letting his student mix with the
others. After the birthday cake had been cut and several bottles of wine
consumed, Professor Xavier joined the celebration. He handed April a small,
neatly wrapped package. April smiled as she began to open it, and Logan noticed
several of the older team members exchanging knowing smiles. April pulled the
present free of the wrapping and unfolded it as she held it up. Her mouth
dropped open slightly as she realized what she was holding. She looked at the
professor, speechless; then turned to look at Logan. He didn’t try to hide his
smile as he studied her face. He gestured to the garment.

“Go try it on” he told her.



“Have I really earned it?” April murmured, as she stood before the group in her
brand new, very own X-Men uniform.

“You still have several more levels of training to complete before you’re ready
for active duty, but you’ve already come a long way. We’re all very proud of
you. You’ve done remarkably well, considering you’ve had one of the toughest
teachers….” Professor Xavier glanced at Logan and smiled slightly. Logan
couldn’t take his eyes off April. Her one-piece uniform was deep violet, with a
black stripe running from her shoulder down her the length of her leg. The
strong, flexible material hugged her body and her black knee-high boots made her
look even taller and more lithe.

“Welcome to the team. May the goddess bless you!” Storm said, as she gave April
a welcoming hug. April moved around the room, hugging and thanking her new
teammates. She saved Logan for last.

“You knew I was getting a uniform, didn’t you.” she whispered in his ear as she
embraced him.

“I helped design it for you. That’s why it’s so tight, to show off your body….”
Logan gave her a wry smile. April playfully punched him on the arm.

“Perve” she muttered.

“You love it” Logan taunted.

She leaned into him again. “Come up to my room tonight. But give me a little
time to get ready, okay?”

Logan nodded.

“What exactly do you have in mind?” he asked.

April looked away shyly, but smiled.

“I’m leaving that up to you. After all, it is my birthday. It’s up to you to
surprise me.”