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Post by Wolverine on Feb 25, 2009 1:13:12 GMT -5
As all the other students left Logan waited, watching them go about their business. He trusted Stoney to get Brock to Beast for some medical attention and reconstruction, the loud mouth Hellion got what was coming to him at least that was Wolverine's stand on the whole situation.
He also knew that Diesel was honorable enough to make sure that his dictate was carried out. Haven was a handful but she would do as he said, she had done far worse for punishment and he knew she would appreciate his way of handling what had happened. Nobody died, so nobody gets in trouble.
The Corsairs in general were a good bunch of kids, and he hoped his words had found their way to the hearts of each of them. As they walked off he saw them and from a distance he could see the camaraderie. "I'm glad you wound up with that crew, the Corsairs. They look out for each other."
He looked over to Ember and said "You owe me some time there Missy" a grin curled up on his face as he said it. "In the mood for a run? I know a little trail..." his eyes looked off into the woods before glancing back to the dark chocolate brown eyes of his firebender. "...I wonder if you can keep up." His one eyebrow twitched up a bit as he thought of the shack.
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Post by Ember on Feb 25, 2009 2:19:36 GMT -5
Aideen was looking back at her team leave, her soldier face still in place as she tried to catch her breath from having the animal put back in her. It was an odd experience for her to have something was connected with her to be put back within her. As they left, Aideen finished storing away the last of her anger and fear in another part of her mind, to be let out at a later time. I can't do anything about it now, no use dwelling on it. I'll keep them from getting hurt if I need to.
She snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Logan's voice. Her insides warmed slightly, and her dark chocolate eyes sparked back to life. She trusted him enough to let her guard down around him and Aideen wasn't going to let Rumble or anyone ruin the few stolen moments she had with Logan. She knew it would involve a good deal of discretion and sneaking around carefully, and she planned to enjoy every little moment.
Aideen stretched her arms back, smirking and cocking an eyebrow right back at him. "If I recall, I can keep up pretty well. Very well actually." She kept her eyes on his, feeling a bit of a thrill at the thought that to anyone who looked, it looked like a simple conversation. She leaned over to stretch her calves, keep her eyes on him as she ran her hands down her legs to her ankles giving him a nice view purposely of her cleavage. Aideen smirked, stretching for a second before moving back up straight.
"I wouldn't worry about me keeping up," she said and broke into a light run toward the woods. Aideen glanced at him over her shoulder with more of a challenge in her eyes. "Coming?"
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Post by Wolverine on Feb 26, 2009 1:09:32 GMT -5
"Right behind ya hot stuff." Logan said with a smirk as he thought I had to see her run off, but I love to watch her go. Old man you are one lucky son of a bitch and you know it, look at that ass! He waited a moment longer before he started off to catch up with her in a few long quick strides and begin running alongside her.
"You know, you got great form kiddo, pretty much flawless. No wasted movement, no wasted energy...Yeah somebody taught you right." Logan was never one for small talk, and as they ran the trail that meandered through the wood and over hill he wanted to speak about some things. "You look like you have had a handful of trainers and Sensai, who taught you to run?"
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Post by Ember on Feb 26, 2009 2:32:00 GMT -5
Aideen was silent for a moment before she answered him, keeping the light stride that she stayed in easily. "My uncle taught me, I suppose," she answered as they turned into the woods by the lake. She rarely spoke of her past, if ever. The only people she ever said anything to was Niki, though she rarely asked about it. Logan never went too deep into it either, asking about her trainers and her Master and Sensei. Aideen wouldn't ever keep anything from him, or lie to him. One of the first things she liked about him in the first place was that he never judged her or held a certain expectation of her like everyone else had.
"He never showed me how, but said I was to learn on my own. Training exercises were presented to me and I did them over and over till I had the proper form down. I was not to disgrace him by a clumsy form and it was unacceptable for a botched form to slow me down," Aideen said plainly. It was odd talking about it and thinking back on those times that seemed like another life compared to now.
She looked straight ahead as they ran down the path easily and smoothly. "I learned the proper form when I was five, master it when I turned six. At this point I no longer think on it, I just do it," Aideen said smoothly avoiding bumping into a tree root. She glanced at him for a moment with a soft smile playing on her lips as they ran further into the woods before her eyes went back on the trail. One of the few times she felt at ease and comfortable was with him, and after two months of spending a good deal of time in his company, the feeling felt more grounded than ever.
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Post by Wolverine on Feb 27, 2009 0:27:35 GMT -5
Makes sense in a way, that's kinda young but the kid has been pushed from an early age into what she is now. Breaks my heart in a way, she never really had a childhood. It's like she was weaponised from an early age, pretty harsh thing to do to a little girl Logan thought as he ran along with Aideen. "Well, you make it look easy. Too bad more of them kids at the school don't take the physical training we do seriously, I think there's gonna come a day when they regret it."
He ran on along with her in silence for a long way before saying "I was just thinking how much yer friends care about ya, s'pecially them two Acolytes, Diesel and Haven." He cleared his throat, sentimentality never being his strong suit, and said "It's a good thing you wound up on the Corsairs, they take care of their own." His footfalls matched pace with hers, just slightly out of sync producing a staccato rhythm on the earth as the moved along at a hearty clip.
"Uh, I wanna share sumthin' with ya kid." he said speaking form his heart. "Me and Scott, we got history see, so we might not always see eye to eye, but when it comes to what's important on the field of battle we do agree... and if nothing else, Cyclops does have his team trained for that most important thing -watching out for yer brothers, and sisters, in arms." He glanced over at her to gauge her reaction.
"Just an observation is all..." he said as they kept going "...but it's something I think you could open yerself up to a little more, maybe learn ta be more comfortable with. Sure, I know...it just hasn't been drilled inta ya yet - face it yer a loner...like me." He loved that she was like him in that way. They knew how to be around each other, how to just let things happen, in that so very Zen way.
"It took me a long time, and I had ta learn the hard way that it takes more than one person to win a war." He fought back the images of his jumbled memories, too many fights, too much blood and loss, too many battles. "You might not have that luxury girl, ya ain't got a healing factor....But I know what yer thinkin, and yer right in a way, we ain't in a combat zone...well doll, true as that might be the reality of this life we're livin is that we find ourselves daily in this non stop war, just cause we're mutants...and you know when it comes right down to it all we got is each other."
He realized he was bordering on getting preachy and that wasn't the point of it all so he checked himself and said "Yer room mate and her boyfriend get it, the Corsairs get it, and I know you get it too. You understand what I'm talkin about, but the difference is they've embraced it and made it a part of them." He could see the shack as they rounded a bend in the woods. " It's pretty clear you're holdin yerself back from them, and it looks to me like they care an awful lot aboutcha. I know you have it in you to let them in... I'm just sayin', maybe it's time."
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Post by Ember on Feb 27, 2009 1:40:00 GMT -5
Quietly running alongside him, Aideen listening to his words and took them to heart like she always did with everything. He's right. Growing up, she had little interaction with people her own age, spending generally her entire life around adults. There were a number of reasons that she had a hard time opening up to people, and it involved a long complicated history that began with her conditioning and the power her uncle had over her life and her own experience. Aideen stayed quiet until the approached the shack. She ran all the way up to the steps before she stopped, taking a moment to take a deep breath before she looked at him. Her dark chocolate eyes swirled with a mix of emotions that he was usually the only to ever see. She took a deep breath and bent down, taking a picture out of her shoe that she always kept with her. Not a single person at the school had seen this picture that she held so dear to her, but she knew what she wanted to do, take this new step for herself in a way. Looking up to meet his eyes, she walked up to him and unfolded the picture with great care and reverence, as if it was a sheet of delicate weaved silver, looking at it for a moment before she looked at him. "I wasn't allowed to know many people when I was little, my Uncle forbid it. He used to take me to his base with him and left me in the care of one of his soldiers." Aideen held out the picture and for the first time shared her secret memory with someone else. "This is my Sergent. Sergent Marc Spectre," she said in a quiet voice, her eyes remaining on the picture. "He started looking after me when I was eight and he came to the base. He was my friend." A small sad smile played on Aideen's face as she remembered her Sergent. "We had to keep the friendship a secret because Uncle would disapprove, and we did for a whole year. Then I come to the base and he's no longer there. Uncle said that he felt that Sergent Spectre interfered with my training and had him disposed," she said in the same quiet voice, still looking at the picture she held in her hand. "When I was allowed to attend school, I made another friend, James. We did, well stupid things that got us both in trouble with the wrong people. The people set fire to the building that we were hanging out in so to speak with a good deal of people inside. I was the only one who made it out alive, well for obvious reasons," Aideen scoffed softly referring to her fire power. She took another deep breath and folded the picture back up. "Haven was the first person I had as a friend here, and she left too for awhile. And then I met you." Aideen at this point was looking back up at him with honest eyes that had no sort of guard up as she normally did. "You never looked at me or treated me like you had a certain expectation of me. It was easy being in your company and that never happens with me usually. And then that whole thing with Sabretooth and... you were gone too," her quiet and soft voice stood strong and didn't quiver once though inwardly she was trying to calm herself. "Everyone I let in... they always end up leaving. Haven came back and so did you, and for that I can't be more thankful for... but when you both were gone I was so tired of losing everyone, I honestly thought that I was meant to be just as Uncle said I was to be; a lone warrior. I'm trying to not hold back as much anymore, but I... it's not something that I'm finding easy with my history," Aideen said the same quiet voice, keeping her chocolate eyes locked on his for a moment longer before she reached down to place the neatly folded picture in it's rightful place. Straightening up, Aideen looked back at him and stepped closer to Logan, her eyes landing on the spot on his arm where Inflict touched. Her stomach clenched up at the thought, still making a sort of fierceness rise in her like it did earlier. She raised her hand and placed in on that same spot on his arm, looking back at him, wordlessly communicating in the manner they were both familiar with. She took another step closer to him, pressing her body softly against his and running her hand up his arm and to his neck. Their faces were a breath apart at this point, her other hand finding its way on his other arm and following the same course as her other hand. Gently, she threaded her hands through his facial hair, keeping her eyes locked on his before she leaned her forehead against his. "I don't want to see you hurt because of me or lose you for any reason," Aideen said in her soft quiet voice at the admission of so much that took her to a whole new step. Her fingers moved gently and softly across his face as a soft breath escaped her, both from the closeness and the letting out all that to someone she cared about more than she ever thought possible.
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Post by Wolverine on Feb 27, 2009 23:55:38 GMT -5
He let her hands and her words play on the strings of his heart. He didn't have to, he let no one else come that close to him, not ever again he had vowed to himself. The last time love had taken a big bite out of his guts he swore he was done with it forever. He'd spent time with women through the years, but that was just flesh for flesh sake... love though?... He had been slain by it too many times. A man as strong as him brought to his knees, he refused to let it ever happen again...until now.
There was no refusing this girl. The reason was simple, she wasn't asking for his love, he simply was feeling it and there was no way to prevent it. Her sad words and the adorable pout of her lips as she had spoken them was more than he could bear, but then her eyes added even more to the pulling he felt in his chest and under the weight of all of that he caved in.
He wrapped his arms around her. Dragging them slowly up her lean tight torso and letting her feel the strength of them as he pulled her to his kiss. Breaking off before the passion overtook him too violently to stop, he said "I promise you that I will always be there for you, when you want me or need me. I'm not the kinda guy that leaves a friend behind, or a..." -or a love-
He wanted to say it but his mouth couldn't form the word, not just yet at least. He didn't want to believe he had fallen prey to love, not again. "...and anyway," he said, changing the flow of his words as the corner of his mouth drew up into a wry smirk "I don't get hurt." He winked at her. "Well.... I don't stay hurt for long."
He kissed her again as he lifted her slightly off of her feet and stepped backward to the door. Reaching one arm back he opened the door and smiling through the kiss, he pulled her quickly and a little roughly through the door. Once inside he let his passion break through the veneer of decorum and set aside talking for later. He did not disregard what she had said or shown him, but it was best saved for pillow talk. He knew the man in the picture must have meant a great deal to her at so young an age, and he wanted to hear more about him, but certainly not now.
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Post by Ember on Feb 28, 2009 1:44:06 GMT -5
A small smile slipped on her lips as she kissed him. He was the only one who lifted the weights on her heart and made her feel like nothing mattered except for moments like this where the two of them were together. Aideen moved her foot back to shut the door, keeping her lips on his as one hand massaged the back of his head while the other gripped his shoulder. She pressed herself tightly against him, making small soft noises whenever his hands moved to the bare skin on her back.
Sighing into his mouth Aideen broke the kiss, still keeping her lips against his as she opened her darkened sultry eyes that had a small flame in them. "Good," she said against his lips. "Cause right now I really...really..." Her hand moved from his shoulder down his chest slowly, her warm fingers moving over the muscles through his shirt. "Really.... really... really..." Her hand trailed to his thigh before moving back up to the waistband of the front of his pants, her warm fingers curled around the waistband, pulling him tightly against her own hips. "Want you.."
As soon as those words left her mouth, Aideen kissed him hard, gripping his hair and pulling his mouth tight to hers. In a fluid motion, she jumped up and wrapped her lean legs tight around his waist, pressing her hips into his as their tongues battled for dominance. The hand that wasn't gripping his hair was on his cheek, holding his face while letting her angle her mouth. All thought ceased in her head, her full attention on him, his hands, his mouth, the feel of her body against hers. At that point nothing else mattered, nothing but the two of them.
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Post by Wolverine on Feb 28, 2009 2:30:15 GMT -5
That was all the incentive he needed. It was on now! Logan made short work of the barely there work out gear that his little firebender had on and peeling it off of her slightly sweaty body he tossed it on a chair nearby. Turning back to her he gave her a start as her scooped her up in his arms to bring her down on the bed with his lips locked on hers. A puff of sheets flying up as they flopped down on the mattress their tongues battling again.
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Post by Ember on Feb 28, 2009 14:38:17 GMT -5
Arching into him, she reached one hand to pull his shirt off, sighing happily into his mouth, breaking the kiss only to get his shirt off before her mouth was right back on his. Her other hand ventured down, skillfully popping the button of his jeans open and unzipping them. Her foot ran up his leg as she began a whole different kind of ride. A Scorched Sheet, a Burn on the Headboard, and Three very distinct Claw Marks on the Headboard Later... Aideen opened her large dark eyes, blinking away the stars as her breathing slowed down. She was collapsed on top of Logan in a slight heap, her head resting on his collarbone and the rest of her body practically a dead weight. Her body still spasmed slightly, but it gradually stopped as she looked up at him, blinking away the last of the stars as a small content smile found it's way to her lips. Aideen slid her slick body up his, moaning a little at the new wonderful soreness she felt. Smiling softly at him, she captured his lips in a slow lazy kiss before sliding her body over and nestling herself in side. She reached back and grabbed one of the thin sheets that was in danger of joining the others on the floor and pulled it up to cover the two of them. Her skin was beyond feverish hot, and she had no doubt that he'd be more than enough to keep her warm, but it was just cozier with at least a sheet. Aideen's head was nestled on his shoulder with her body tucked to his side. Her leg was slung over his hips resting comfortably and her hand was resting on his chest. "I think Fire proof sheets would probably be a good investment," Aideen said in a soft voice with a small smirk on her face.
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Post by Wolverine on Feb 28, 2009 18:36:19 GMT -5
"Hehh- yeah, I bet they'd be plush and comfy. We'll figure sumthin' out doll, but I don't mind a little singe every now and then." he grinned as he kissed her back some more. "So..." he didn't want to ruin the mood, never that, but she had shown him something special and he didn't want her to think that it had gone un-noticed. That she would share so intimate and precious a piece of her past, a sliver- if ever so slight -of her soul, meant the world to Logan.
"..You kept that picture with you all this time, huh?" He said it in such a way that it was implied that he wanted to talk more about the 'why' of her keeping it, than the 'how' of it all. "Guy musta been real special to ya." The man in her arms had been young and impressionable once too, so he knew how people that made an impact in a child's mind are very special indeed. "Lucky jarhead, bet you were a handful at that age huh?"
He smiled imagining her in her adolescence, running wild and happy. Ignorant to the ravages of the world. After all what does a child really know of the harshness of reality. Like a puppy dog they only know what they know and whatever sadness they might encounter is fleeting, Had it really been that long ago old man? Did you really forget, if only for a second, that a kid can hurt too? You were a kid who hurt...or did you forget that?
"Was it rough for ya? Never gettin ta say goodbye?" He took his finger and traced over one eyebrow and then the other as he was talking, then he trailed it down her nose to the tip and let it play across her lips. He watched it as it went along, intent so that he didn't scare her off of the topic he had brought up with too much eye contact. When he had asked his questions he let his finger flow around to her chin and trace down her throat before looking into her eyes.
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Post by Ember on Feb 28, 2009 20:59:58 GMT -5
Aideen dark chocolate eyes had a gentle light in them as she watched Logan tracing her face. She kissed his finger as they went over her lips. She never spoke of her Sergent to anybody. The last time she did mention him was when she asked her Uncle why he wasn't allowed to supervise her anymore. Before now, she never wanted to share him with anyone, but then again Logan wasn't just anyone. "I never wanted to say goodbye," Aideen said softly looking up at him with unguarded eyes.
She smiled a bit sadly as she thought of the tall Sergent who tried so hard with her. "He was the first friend I ever had. Uncle never allowed me to have constant contact with anyone for too long that he felt would influence me. I guess he never thought twice that one of his Soldiers would reach out to me," Aideen said quietly blinking softly as a more far away look took over her eyes. "The first time I met him, Uncle was in a hurry for some meeting and ordered him to watch me. I was raised in a rather odd manner I suppose. Nothing like the kids here. I was raised that children were to be seen and not heard and obey without question. I was instructed that day to review my Hebrew verbs and to not bother the soldier or anyone else. Sergent Spector spoke Hebrew, and he watched me work and even corrected me where I needed it. I never said a word to him, but he began talking to me."
Her hand moved up his chest and rested on his neck, her thumb stroking the hair on his jawline softly. "It took awhile before I even spoke a greeting to him, but he never stopped talking to me. Coming to the base with my Uncle became something that I looked forward to each week, getting through my training as best as I could so Uncle would take me along," Aideen said in a soft voice with a smile at the memories. Her slender thumb stroked his jaw tenderly as she met his eyes again. "It was my fault my Uncle found out. I was careless during a review of Hebrew, using some of the slang Sergent Spector taught me. Uncle is a smart and sharp man, he figured it out since he knew the Sergent spoke Hebrew. The next time we went, my Sergent was gone. Uncle said he had him disposed of because he felt he was a negative influence on my focus and training. I knew enough about my Uncle that when he disposes of someone, it's permanent. I never saw him again. That picture was the only thing I ever asked from my Sergent and he was all too happy to give it to me," she said quietly.
"I wished I could have apologize to him. I made a foolish mistake that took his life away," Aideen admitted for the first time out loud to anyone. It was a hidden part of her heart that only she knew existed, until now. A soft smile came on her face and she leaned up to kiss him softly and tenderly. She wasn't wary to say anything to him, and it felt nice to have someone like that in her life. She laid her head back on his shoulder and smiled softly at him, her thumbing moving on his cheek in a tender motion. Telling him that secret memory that until she met him she probably would never have shared with anyone was a very big step for her, but with him it felt right and that she didn't question.
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Post by Wolverine on Mar 1, 2009 1:30:17 GMT -5
Just great, that's a wonderful way to end a passionate afternoon's love making...damn questions...nuthin good ever comes from em he thought. "That's rough, and you carried this with you since you were little? Aideen, you don't know what happened to him, you can't know." Logan wanted to take it all away from her, all her pain, but he knew it was a part of her. Woven into the fabric of her heart and a part of the beautiful tapestry of the woman that she was now in his bed and in his arms.
"Anything could have happened and he might have wanted to get back in touch with you. No way to know it, babygirl...so you got two options the way I see it." He was about to suggest something that he didn't want to say, but he cared for her heart and he wanted her to have some peace of mind. "You can keep going the way you have been, or we could maybe see if we can find out about him. We got his name and his face, there might be somebody who knows what happened to him, I do have some connections...that is...only if you want to know."
"I ain't promising we'll find him, but maybe it would do you good to at least try, whatdya think?" he asked with a smiled starting to lift his features. He knew it'd be pretty hopeless but he didn't want it to show. A man ten years missing and presumed dead wasn't impossible to locate, but if her Uncle had any sense and had put his hands to the man's disappearance it would not prove a simple task.
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Post by Ember on Mar 1, 2009 15:43:52 GMT -5
Her thumb stopped rubbing his cheek as she thought about Logan's suggestion. The chances of finding him are slim to none. This was a long time ago and Uncle would never allow him to be found since he did not care for his influence on me... Aideen's face had contemplative look on her face for awhile, and she couldn't help but let a small smile slip back on her face when she looked back at Logan. Her heart fluttered at how he tried so hard to give her back that hope.
Blinking her large dark chocolate eyes up at him, Aideen smiled softly and moved her hand on his cheeking, holding it gently. "Alright," she said in her soft voice. Her thumb traced his cheekbone gently, her eyes still trained on him. "I won't get my hopes up, I know the chances," she added softly, but the smile stayed on her face. The next couple of minutes she was silent, just staring at him with a look on her face that even those who knew her well had never seen. The emotions reflecting on her face were soft and gentle, tender and honest, trust and adoration. Aideen herself never felt this way before, never even fathomed that such a feeling could exist, but she didn't have the heart to question something that felt this good.
She broke eye contact for a moment to look at the small clock that was hanging on the wall. "We have an hour and a half before we should get back," she said with a note of disappointment in her voice. She would have opted to skip dinner, but it would look extremely suspicious that the two of them were missing for both meals and the fact that both of them needed to eat. Aideen had a couple of protein bars before gym class that filled her right up, but that would only sustain her for so long. To her knowledge, Logan didn't have anything at all to eat.
A smirk came on her face as she lifted herself out of his embrace to straddle his waist. She kissed him lightly before sitting up, letting the sheet fall off her as she looked down at him with a mischievous smirk. Aideen pushed her long hair back before placing her hands on his chest, leaning on them and looking down with darkened eyes. "Up for another round?"
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