Title: A Certain Point of View
By: MC
Universe: X-Movie

Characters: Wolverine, Dr. Michaela St Matthews (OFC), Storm, Xavier

Synopsis: Logan and Dr. St Matthews relationship develops.

Rating: PG-13. Language, mild violence and mild sexuality.

Disclaimer: All things X-Men belong to Marvel Comics. The movie was made by 20th Century Fox, so they deserve some credit to. Basically, I don't own 'em, never claimed to either.

Author's Notes: Author's Notes: This is part five of the "Stranger Things...." Series (The first stories are "Keeping Faith", "Ace's High", "All the Children of God" and "Masks").

1-- Logan: Basic Training
2-- Michaela: Bird's Eye View
3-- Logan: The Best Things....
4-- Michaela: I've Got A Feeling

****

Part One: Logan: Basic Training

I hate doctors. Anyone who has a "Dr." before their name immediately earns my mistrust.

Surprisingly, the two objects of my affection in the last half year have been doctors.

The first is Dr. Jean Grey. I'm sorry, Dr. Jean Grey SUMMERS. She's a gorgeous, leggy redhead. Her attitude is as fiery as her hair colour. Her work is in general medicine and genetic science. At first, I wasn't too sure about lusting after a scientist, but with Jeannie, I couldn't resist.

It doesn't matter anymore. Jeannie is sickeningly happy, married to her boyfriend Scott Summers. They're honeymooning in Hawaii right now.

The other woman is.... Different. With Jeannie, it was an unattainable lust. Yeah, she was beautiful and smart.... But I don't think things would have worked out between us.

Quite frankly, she likes me too much. The other doctor hates my guts. I really like that.

Dr. Michaela St Matthews is my shrink. I don't know how it happened, but I've fallen for her like a tonne of bricks.

Physically, she's the complete opposite of Jeannie. Mika is tiny, her body lithe and compact. While beautiful, it is not her body itself that attracts me to her.

It's her eyes. She has big blue eyes that sparkle when she gets angry. I try to get her angry. She's real beautiful when she's all riled up.

Probably her most noticable feature is the pair of wings on her back. White as fresh snow, they are. Oh, I guess I forgot to mention: Jeannie, Mika, myself and about every other person we know are mutants.

Me, I have a rapid healing factor. Made me a perfect target for some crazy scientists. They laced my skeleton with an unbreakable metal. Stole all my memories. That's basically the reason I hate doctors.

My name is Logan. People I don't like, and that's a good number, call me Wolverine.

Now, I'm not a stupid guy, I'm actually pretty smart. But the last thing I ever thought I'd be is a teacher. Yet somehow I ended up teaching at Chuck Xavier's Home for Wayward Muties.

I teach combat training. If I ever had a gift, it was to be a cold-hearted sonabitch in battle.

The staff at Xavier's doubles as a superhero team called the X-Men. Since I been here, we've only been used once. But like a bunch of Boy Scouts, the X-Men's motto is "Be prepared". It keeps me busy, at least.

Lately, things have been quiet. Jeannie and Scott are off on their honeymoon. It seems like everyone is sniffing out the opposite sex.

My two best friends have recently acquired significant others. Rogue and Kurt are good kids, only in their late teens. I brought Rogue here, and she's been really attached to me. Kurt hasn't been here long, but I just connected with him. He's a prankster, real fun. Nice to spar with, he has a lot of talent with weapons.

But now, Rogue's flirting with a Cajun bugger named Remy. He's okay, a real braggart. Bills himself as "th'ef of jewels and hearts".

The jewels thing I might believe. But the only action he's seen is from Louisiana whores.

Kurt's woman is a pretty, yet annoying, brunette named Shauna. He finds her sense of humour 'cute'. I think she's lucky to not be on the business end of my claws yet.

Anyway, with a lack of friends around, I've been bored. Been training non-stop. It get tedious.

So I was really pleased when Chuck spoke to me at breakfast. "Logan, I'd like you to start training Michaela."

I look up from my bacon. Michaela responds before me, dropping her fork. "WHAT?"

Chuck acts cool, not even flinching. "You have been with us for a while now, Michaela. You must be ready if the Brotherhood attacks."

I grin at Mika. "I'll be gentle, Darlin'. I know it's your first time."

"You're a pig," she retorts. Her wings are twitching in annoyance.

"We were all hesitant at first," Ororo Munroe says gently.

Ororo is the heavenly body known to most as Storm. She can control the weather. She's a beautiful lady inside and out; a real classy dame. She's best friends with both Jeannie and Mika. Hell, 'Ro can be best friends with about anybody.

Mika is staring at her plate, shifting in her seat. "I'm a therapist, not a revolutionary."

She has a point. Mika isn't a fighter. I can tell that by just looking at her. And she's not going to be made into one.

Her hand is trembling. I can almost smell her fear. I lower my voice. "I promise it ain't gonna be too rough."

She jerks her hand away. "I don't like fighting. And I don't want to be turned into a killer."

She rises from her seat, stalking out the room.

"Our new arrival is quite the pacifist," Hank McCoy comments.

I get up, going after her. Takes me no time to catch her, not with my hunter's instinct.

"Darlin'," I whispered, putting my hand on her shoulder. "You ain't gonna become a killer. You just gotta know some basics."

"Just some basics?" she said softly.

"Yeah. I swear. Just meet me in the gym at 4:00."

She turned to me, getting that hard, analytical look in her eyes. "That's when you have your therapy session."

"For once, let me waste your time doin' my job."

****

I'm stretching in the gym, mats laid out on the ground. Mika isn't here yet. I wish she wouldn't stall.

It is completely understandable why she doesn't want to fight. Simply, she doesn't know HOW. She's lived a very sheltered life. She grew up in a rich family. She's never had to do a hard day's work in her life. Even after she left her family, she kept to herself, never looking at the outside world.

It's a cold fact that being here you need to know how to protect yourself. We've got to many people after us. I just need to get that through her pretty little skull.

My ears prickle as the door opens. I turn, looking at Mika.

In all the time I've known her, I've never seen her dressed so casual. Mika lives in sharply tailor suits. They fit her like a second skin. In these light grey sweats, she has never looked more uncomfortable.

"Nice of ya t' join me, Doc."

Mika doesn't look at all happy. "I will say this one more time. I don't want to be here."

"No shit! I didn't know that."

She sets her jaw. "When I took the job here, I thought I would be counselling troubled kids, NOT joining the crusades."

With lightening fast reflexes, I race to her, pick her up and flip her over my shoulder. She gives a scream as she hits the mats.

Groaning, Mika tries to get up. "What the hell was that for?"

I kneel next to her, offering a hand. "I could've hurt you worse. And the Brotherhood ain't gonna be so charitable."

Mika brushed off my hand, getting up my herself. "You are the biggest fucking bastard I've ever met."

"Keep sweet talkin' me, Darlin'," I retort, "I might decide to fuck you after I kick your ass."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret it. Oh yeah, THIS is the way to seduce Mika. She likes verbally sparring with me, but I just went too far.

I really want to be physical with her. That's the only way I can put it. I won't-- can't-- fuck her. Fucking is sex without any emotion, just the animalistic act. I've done a lot of that in my time, and know I couldn't do that to Mika. But 'making love'... That's too strong a word. That implies I love her.

"I have things to do, Logan." Mika said, looking at her watch. "So please kick my ass quickly. You can fuck me after I get really drunk and have a full frontal lobotomy."

Okay, she reponded. At least she isn't too pissed. If she was, she wouldn't have said anything at all.

I stand close behind her, feeling the soft wings press to my chest. I take her hands.

"What are you doing?" she askes.

"I'm going to guide your hands, show you some basic moves."

I start whispering instructions in her ear, moving her body. I'm not even paying attention to myself. I can feel the twitch of her wings as she breaths. I'm aware of her heartbeat. And her smells, a mix of vanilla and an exotic bird. It is wonderful. I lick my lips, watching her neck. I can feel the pulse point there. Taking a deep breath, I try to control myself. Another minute of enjoying her, and she's going to notice I'm getting hot.

I pull away. "Attack me." I say, my voice husky from arousal. Dammit.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Fine." I say. "I'll attack you, and you'll fend me off."

Rolling her eyes, Mika nods. "Okay. Whatever."

I leap at her, growling. I don't unsheathe my claws. She's not ready for that yet. Mika tries hits me in the chest. As soon as her knuckles hit me, I hear the painful cracking of bones. She cries out in pain.

Shit. I should've realized. Her bone scruture is different from a normal human's, so she can fly. Her entire skeleton is filled with air pockets. My bones, on the other hand, are harder than enforced steel.

"Mika... I'm so sorry..." I whisper. I really am. I never wanted to hurt her!

She craddles her broken hand. "I should've realized. I did crack my kneecap on you before."

I painfully remember that time she kicked me in the balls. If I hadn't wanted to screw her so badly, Mika would have been dead then.

I help her to the infirmary. Hank doesn't look surprised to see us there. "I thought something like this might happen." He immediately starts to tend to Mika. I slip out quietly, wishing Sabretooth would attack, just so I could vent my frustration.

I go to Chuck's office, not knocking before I go in. Remy is in there, getting a detention. When the swamprat sees me, he immediately leaves.

"What is it, Logan?" Chuck asks.

"I ain't gonna train Mika," I say. It's not a question. It's a statement. I won't do it.

"And why not?"

"I'll end up killing her if I train her. Get Cyke or 'Ro to do it. 'Cause I won't."

No more words are needed. Chuck knows all of the reasons I don't want to train her. You can't get much passed telepaths.

I leave, going to my room. I strip out of my clothes and get into the shower. The cold water slides down my body as I rest my head against the wall.

It's getting too hard. I don't know how much longer I can stay her.

I touch the cruifix that hangs on my neck, next to my dogtags. Mika gave them to me. She promised to stay here if I did. I remember so well what she said to me that night....

"Come on, Logan... I know you want to stay here. It's like I told you before. You need to have faith. You have faith in yourself. Now have faith in the X-Men. Believe that they can give you what you need."

These days, I do have faith in the X-Men. But I've lost all faith in myself.

****

Part Two: Michaela: Bird's Eye View

Not a word has been exchanged between us. Logan has been in my office for a good twenty minutes now. It doesn't take an empath to know he's annoyed. His brow is furrowed, arms crossed over his broad chest. He stares, his deep brown eyes fixed on me.

I'm not really in a chatty mood myself. My hand is aching. I broke it, in many places, on Logan's chest only three days ago. We haven't talked since it happened. But we need to talk now. It is a therapy session.

Without looking away from me, Logan reaches into his pocket. He pulls a cigar out. Clenching it between his teeth, he strikes a match.

"No smoking," I remind him.

"Here's an idea, Darlin'," Logan drawls, lighting the cigar. "Stop me."

I take in a deep breath, trying to calm my anger. Logan acts like child around me. I don't know what his problem is. I've studied psychology for nearly eight years now, and I still can't figure him out.

When Logan and I first met we were uneasy allies. Somewhere in the time we've known each other, that bond was severed. Did we stop liking each other? I don't think so. Maybe we like each other two much.

Am I attracted to Logan? Yes. I can admit that. He's got an animalistic quality. This beautiful fire in his deep brown eyes.

Do I like Logan? Yes. He can be a great guy, when he wants to be. He's so scared of his animalistic side breaking loose. He can be very gentle. I've watched him become friends with Rogue and Kurt. He is not as tough as he tries to be.

Does Logan like me? My empathic abilites tell me he's attracted to me. Then, those same empathic abilites tell me he's attracted to Jean and Ro.

Logan frightens me at times. True, our height is not much different, but he seems so much bigger than he really is. His presence is intimidating. Not to mention that adamantium lacing his skeleton. My bones are filled with air pockets, to allow for flight. The broken hand I have is a result of trying to hit him. I shudder to think what would happen if Logan hit ME.

"Fall asleep, Mika?" Logan growled. My head jerks up. Logan is standing over me, a smile on his lips. His sharp teeth are bared.

"I-I was just.... thinking." I stutter.

"'bout what?" he rumbles, cupping my chin.

"We're supposed to be talking about you," I sau softly. I avert my eyes. Logan's scaring the hell out of me. However, he's very attractive.

"A little hot, Darlin'?"

A tingle goes through my spine. He's got me nailed. "You are incorrigible."

"My nose don't lie, Mika." He leans closer, licking his lips. "Yer hot, and I could do something about it."

I jump up. "Why do you do this?!?!" My heart is racing, my breath already ragged. "Why do you insist on tormenting me?"

Logan pulls back, his smile growing wider. "You get a fire in yer eyes. It comes out when yer angry." He moves past my desk, pulling me to him. "Darlin', I like yer fire. Yer so caught up in keeping those powers of yers in check you're dead inside. You need to let the fire burn, Mika."

He runs a hand over my head, reaching for my hair pin. He pulls it out, my hair falling in a mess of curls on my shoulders.

"I ain't never seen ya with yer hair down," he whispers. Leaning forward, he taks a deep sniff. "Mmmmm.... Michaela." His voice is low, filled with sexuality. I shiver. His muscular arms wrap around my waist.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whisper hoarsely.

He picks me up, growling. "Stokin' yer fire."

The scream is stuck in my throat as he opens my window. With me under one arm, he begins to scale the ivy-covered wall with his claw.

"Who do you think you are, King Kong?!?!" I wriggle around, trying to get loose.

"Be careful, Darlin'. You wouldn't want me to drop you."

I look down, the ground seeming a million miles away. My fingers dig into Logan's arm. The world feels like its spinning. "Don't drop me," I plead.

Logan lets out a grunt, reaching the roof. He pulls me up with him.

"Why are you so afraid of heights?" He asks, wrapping an arm around my waist again. I shut my eyes, glad he is holding my trembling body.

"I wouldn't be afraid of heights if it weren't so high."

Logan laughs. "Fer a gal with a PhD, that's a pretty stupid answer."

He hand moves to my wings, stroking my downy feathers. I take a trembling breath, my knees turning to jelly. My wings are so sensitive, and Logan's hand feels so....

Logan shoves me forward. A blood-curting scream escapes my throat as I spiral towards the ground.

The tendons in my back feel tight as my wings start to furious flap. Blood thunders in my ears as my heart races.

I catch an air pocket, rising up again. My heart starts to steady I fly upwards. As I reach the roof, I see the deranged grin on Logan's face.

I land, throwing my arms around Logan's neck. I'm terrified. I hug him tight, shutting my eyes.

"Looked like you had fun, Darlin'...." Logan whispers in my ear.

He lifts my chin gently. "Got yer heart beatin'." Leaning forwad, his lips meet mine. I flinch as his emotions pour into my mind. He's aroused. I'm not surprised by that. I am surprised at the other emotions though.

He's filled with pure happiness at this moment.

I pull back, my stomach knotted in confusion and anger. "You throw me off a building, then you make a pass at me?!?! Are you INSANE?!?!"

"Probably," he cockily replies. "Darlin', I've been waitin'."

"Wait a little longer!"

"I was just tryin' ta get you over yer fear of heights. It's no use havin' an X-Man who can fly if they're afraid of heights."

"You will have a MUCH rougher trip to the ground if I get much angrier and throw you off the roof!" I unfurl my wings. "Good-bye, Logan."

I leave him on the roof. How dare he....

The kiss is on my mind. I liked it. I really did. Logan make me feel so.... Alive.

Sighing, I look back at him. Logan is still on the roof, his gaze fixed on me.

I need to get away. Maybe I'll take a little flight.

****

Logan: The Best Things....

I can't believe what I'm seeing. Two young kids, one a tiny female, the other a hulking male, are trying to dance together.

"Pete!" Kitty Pryde cries, "You're so clumsy! You're going to break my foot if you step on it again!"

"I apologize, Kitty." Peter Rasputin had the good nature to blush. "Dancing is not my forte."

"Maybe I should have asked Kurt to be my partner for the talent show."

I shake my head. I wonder why I am fascinated by this. For some reason, 'Ro decided to have a talent show for the students of the school. She thought it would stretch their creative muscles or some bullshit like that.

Anyway, it's pretty good entertainment. Kitty is about two seconds away from beating Petey down.

Mika is sitting next to the stage. She is shaking her head. "Would you two like some assistance?"

My interest is piqued. Mika knows something about dancing? I had no idea. It doesn't surprise me though. She has a dancer's build. Gorgeous, lithe..... Argh. I can't get into that kind of thinking. I've had enough cold showers in the last few months over that angel.

Mika gets onto the stage. "I wanted go to Juliard before my mutation." She starts explaining to Peter how he should hold Kitty, and move his feet. I'm not listening to a word. I'm watching her move with the music.

My God, she is beautiful.

I've tried damn hard to deny how attracted I am to Mika. There's no way in the world she would ever "lower" herself to be with me. She is a woman of breeding, total class. She knows it too, and can be a complete bitch. I think if I were to sleep with her, I might end up killing her.

It's been increasingly difficult. I can't seem to tear my eyes away from her. The way she moves, her calm demeanour, her fierce passion when upset. Just to watch her live is to see poetry in motion.

Dammit, I'm getting in over my head. I like her a lot, but "poetry in motion"? Am I fucking insane?

Mika lets out a cry as Peter steps on her foot. It's time to get involved.

"Like this, Petey," I growl, getting up. I sweep Mika into my arms. "You've got to treat her like she's the center of the universe." I place my hand on the small of Mika's back, feeling downy feathers. She listened to my urgings and bends, like a reed in the wind. Her head bows back, her throat exposed and vulnerable to me. "You have to make her look like a queen."

Mika sways in my arms. I can hear her heatbeat. It's pounding away in her chest. She's excited. I take a sniff, appreciating her femininity. This is the first time I've been able to get this responce from her without arguing.

I give a growl as Mika spins, then moves close to me again. I can feel the heat of her body, the simmering sexuality she keeps pent up.

I want her. I want her so badly it hurts. I should just go for it, kiss her until she is breathless. Mika is available. Unlike Jeannie, she doesn't have a boyfriend. I can let my feelings go wild.

No. She doesn't want me. Mika hates me. She's said so on numerous occasions.

But why does she stay around me then?

I slide my hand up to Mika's head, tangling my fingers in her hair. I pull her closer, growling softly.

"Logan," she whispers, "I think Peter has got it now."

"Not yet," I murmur back. I lean down, crushing my lips to hers. I hear her muffled cry. Her fingers dig into me. I must be hurting her. I pull away a bit. "Michaela, you okay?"

"You...." Her hand went to her mouth. "You...."

Kitty and Peter are staring in shocked silence. Mika pulls away from me, stunned.

"Mika... I--"

"I can't do this, Wolverine," she murmurs. With that, Mika fled the gym.

Wolverine. Mika never calls me Wolverine. It's always "Logan". I saw it in her eyes. I scared her. I have never scared Mika. She's been pissed off at me, but the fear in her eyes sent chills down my spine.

I take off quickly after her. She's been in my sight since I started the pursuit. It won't take me long to catch her. I'm a hell of a good tracker, and Mika's not that hot when it comes to running.

I grip her wrist and spin her around. Tears are streaming down her reddened cheeks. "How could you do that?!?!" she demands. "It's not fair!"

"I kissed ya," I retort. "Because I wanted to! I want you, Michaela! Haven't I made that clear yet?" I pull her close, my look softening. "I've wanted ya since the moment I saw ya."

"I want you too!" Mika cries. "You make me feel things I've never felt before, and it scares me!"

I hold her close, stroking her wings. They twitch in responce. "Michaela.... I...."

She turns her head up, looking into my eyes. As if in slow motion, she moves towards me. I feel her lips brush mine. It's like I jammed my hand in an electrical socket. Mika has never kissed me before. I've always kissed her. It's feels... Incredible. There's a million emotions, sensations, rushing through my body. I need to have her close. I rumble, lifting her into my arms, trailing my kisses down her neck.

"Darlin', I need you," I state firmly. I bury my face in her flesh, taking in her sweet scents. "Let me have you."

She has her eyes shut as she nods. I lick my lips, growling low in my throat.

She's trembling as I take her to my room. I know damn well that Mika is a virgin. It's been a long time since I've deflowered someone. Now that I think about it.... I don't know if I've ever been with a virgin.

I go to lay Mika on my bed. She shakes her head. "It'll hurt my wings."

"Okay." I flop down on the bed, pulling her with me. She sits on my stomach, body stiff and unyielding.

"Don't be nervous," I murmur, unbuttoning her blouse. I explore the newly exposed flesh. Mika gives a moan, her fingers digging into me. I've waited eight months for this moment. The moment where I could finally show her how beautiful she is.

Her skin is milky white beneath her blouse; soft and feminine. I run my hands up her body, gently cupping her small breasts.

Mika tenses at the touch. "Logan...."

"What Darlin'?"

She averts her gaze, cheeks flush. "I'm a.... I've never...."

"I know, Mika." I kiss her gently. "I'll be real careful."

I sit up, removing my shirt. Mika sucks in her breath, placing a hand on my bare chest. I place my hand over hers, running it down to my fly. She trembles as she feels the bulge within my jeans.

"You got me all riled up, Darlin'." I press myself against her hand. "You have no idea how many times you've done this to me...."

Mika stands up, methodically removing her clothes. I watch her intensely. I could never in a million years imagine how beautiful she really is. I become impatient, pulling her back quickly, crushing her lips to mine. I make quick work of the rest of her clothing.

Every time I touch her, I feel another jolt. As we begin to have sex, my mind seems to open up to a million feelings.

It's her. That empathic touch. I can feel her, just as I know she feels me. She is wincing. I stop moving. "Mika? Are you okay, Darlin'?"

"It hurts," she murmurs.

"It'll stop in a moment." I kiss her. "I just stretched you."

"Not that...." She hesitates a moment. "Keep going."

I feel her impending climax, mixing with fear. As she orgasms, she screams.

****

Part Four: Michaela: I've Got A Feeling

I stumble out of the bed, gasping for breath.

My God, I just made love to Logan. My God, I think it almost killed me.

It opened me up. Emotionally. I've spent my entire adult life closing myself off.

I reach for my clothes, my entire body trembling. Logan looks confused. "Mika? Is something wrong?"

"This," I groan, "This was a mistake."

I start to pull my clothes on. They are rumpled, partially ripped. I don't care. I just want to get out of here.

"It felt right," Logan grunts. "What was so wrong with it?"

"I can't do this." I flee from the room.

****

"Kaela?" I barely hear the gentle voice behind me. I feel a hand on my shoulder, turning quickly. Ro is there, her brow furrowed in concern.

"Hey Ro." I curl my wings around me, hiding my face. "What's up?"

"I was going to ask you the same question." Ro sits beside me. "Why didn't you come to dinner?"

"I'm a little confused." Twirling a strand of hair around my finger, I fidgit nervously. "Did the Professor try to get into my thoughts?"

She nods. "When he became worried he did. But you are quite good at shielding yourself. So we thought we'd do it the old fashion way."

"I made love to Logan."

Ro looks shocked for a moment. She then regains composure. "We all knew you two were attracted to each other. So why is there a problem with having sex with Logan?"

"You and I are cut from the same cloth, Ro. We have to keep rein on our emotions. For you, it's to keep the weather under control. For me, it's to stay sane. If I let myself feel emotions, I open my empathic powers up. Ro.... When I.... When I climaxed.... It felt like a million emotions were in my head. Love, hate, fear, anger.... It hurt."

"You should speak with the Professor, Kaela."

I get up, wiping a tear from my eye. "It doesn't matter. I can't be with him. It would never.... It just wouldn't work. I know that. I shouldn't even try,"

****

I hear the knock on my door, but decide to ignore it. I don't feel like talking to anyone right now.

Whoever it is decides to ignore the lack of response and opens the door. I turn to face Logan.

"Hey Darlin'." He looks around. "Never been in your room before. 'snice."

"Thank you. Why are you here?" I feel a pang of hurt in my stomach. It's not Logan's emotions, it is my own.

"This is *really* nice. I'll need to hang out in here more."

"I know you didn't come here to discuss my decorating style. Now what is it?"

Logan sits on the edge of my desk, taking my hands. "Listen Mika.... I know why you ran."

"Enlighten me." My voice drips with ice. I'm not in the mood for this. I just want him to leave me alone. I can't handle being around Logan. All I can think of is his touch, that perfect moment.

"We can get your powers under control." Logan whispers. "You can open yourself up." He runs his hand over my cheek. "It felt good. I know you liked it."

"I can't do this..."

"Mika, I care about you." He sighs. "That's all I can say. If that's not enough for you Mika.... Then we should stay away from each other."

"No!" My responce is like a reflex. I want Logan in my life.... As.... More than we were.

"That's not the talk of a woman who thinks she made a mistake," Logan whispers, caressing my face. "Tell me what you want, Darlin'."

"I want...." I lower my head. "I don't want to run away from my feelings. I just don't know if I know how to stop."

"You've spent so much time dealin' with what everyone else wants, you've forgotten yerself." He moves towards me. I can feel his hot breath against my skin. "What do yer feelings tell ya?"

"That I.... That I...." My voice is trembling. "That I want you."

"There's our answer." Logan grins at me. "I always knew ya had the hots fer me, Doc."

"You arrogant sona--" He cuts me off, kissing me deeply.

He pulls away, breathless. "Darlin', just shut up."

"Shut up? Oh, that's REAL nice."

"You've said a lot worse things t' me, Sweetheart!"

"Doc, Darlin', Sweetheart.... Do you even KNOW my real name?"

"That's it! I'm outta here!" Logan yells.

"Don't let door hit you on the way out!" I snarl. Logan growls, pulling me into his arms and kissing me hotly.

I can't stand him.