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Title: Thunken Dranksgiving Author: Terri E-mail: xgrrl26@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17 for smut, much to the relief of my long-suffering Logan and Rogue Muses…… Archive: Dolphin Haven, Peep Hut, Agony and Ecstasy – anyone else, please ask ;) Feedback: Please! With a drumstick on top? Good, bad, and ugly welcome…… Summary: On the night before Thanksgiving, Bobby’s prank makes some of the X-Mansion residents a little, well, tipsy. And overly honest. Just a little fooflet that was inspired by Autumn's 'Drunken Thanksgiving' bunny that she flung last year around this time on the DDFH......just goes to show those damn things can live forever and you never know when they'll attack! Comments: Gosh, it’s been a while! I can’t thank my betas enough for still speaking to me, let alone volunteering their wonderful services to help make this fic a heck of a lot better (special thanks to Taryn for the title suggestion!). I’m hoping this is the first of several fics, as I get settled in here in Maryland with the new house and new job. Now, does anyone want to buy a house in Indiana?……….No, there’s not a peep infestation problem, really. I swear. Honest ;) ------------------------------ Lemme tell ya – the healin’ power comes in handy when recoverin’ from a mission, but there’s no cure for this damn much quality time with Scooter. I’m gonna be drained for days. These damn ‘buddy’ missions might be Chuck’s idea of mendin’ fences between us, but I think it’s fuckin’ ridiculous. All I’d ever done was flirt with Jeannie, once. OK, maybe twice. But ever since I got back from Alkali Lake and was greeted by a sexy Marie, wearin’ a form-fitting tank top and leather pants combo – well, I haven’t looked Jeannie’s way even once. Scooter oughta realize that, even as clueless as he is, and just get over it already. It ain’t like Jeannie looks my way anymore either. Well, sometimes. But it’s just lookin’, that’s all. And speakin’ of lookin’ - damn, I can still remember how good Marie looked that night I came back - her hair all done up and face splashed with just enough makeup, showin’ all that forbidden pale skin. Good thing we’re almost there ‘cause I’m gettin’ excited just thinkin’ back on it. ‘Course, I didn’t like hearin’ the explanation for how she learned to control her skin – she’d hadta absorb Sabretooth and some of Mystique while I was gone – but once I got done breakin’ things, I sure as hell enjoyed the demonstration she gave me of just how well she could control it. Heh. Hurry the hell up and fly faster, Scooter. I gotta get back to my woman. “So, are you and Rogue joining us for Thanksgiving tomorrow?” “Nah. Gonna have our own thing out at the lodge.” Yeah, that little huff woulda been unnoticeable by anyone else but me, and I know you know that. Dunno why he’s always been so damn uptight ‘bout us movin’ out to the lodge. Hell, him and Jeannie live out at the boathouse now. “Marie’s over at the mansion now, though, helpin’ with the dinner for all of you anyhow.” So there. Ain’t like we don’t do our fair share. “You know, Thanksgiving is usually a day you spend with friends and family.” “Exactly why we’re keepin’ to ourselves.” “And was that your decision or Rogue’s?” “None of your business.” I hate it when he asks shit like that, goin’ pokin’ inta our personal lives. It’s worse when he does it in fronta Marie. This thing between us, me and Marie, it’s real good, but it’s not on solid ground yet. We’re still learnin’ each other, still figurin’ out how to be a couple. Especially me. He may wear the ruby-colored shades, but I’m the one seein’ fuckin’ red when he goes sayin’ shit like that, implyin’ that I’m tryin’ to run her life or make her do things she don’t wanna do or some shit. Marie never says anythin’ about it, but I wonder what she thinks ‘bout some of the things this dumbass says. “My team members are my business, Logan.” “She ain’t on your *team*, so that excuse don’t cut it with me, One-Eye. And she’s not ever *gonna* be on the team, dammit!” I dunno how many times I toldya – ” “Yes, well, I’ll wait until I hear it from her.” Asshole. Asshole, asshole, asshole. Asshole! You son of a bitch. “Whatcha want her on the team for, huh? Wanna see her go nuts again when she hasta absorb another fuckin’ psychopath to save your stupid ass?” There. Saw you wince at that and you should, you fuckhead. I know Marie says to just let it go and that it was her decision to do it and that she was only really out of it for a coupla days and she’s fine now, but I swear to fuckin’ Christ that if he hadn’t been so damn clueless, she would never hadta be the one to stop Sabretooth when he attacked the mansion. Scooter was supposedta be protectin’ her, and it makes my guts twist to think what this shithead would get my Marie into if she was ever actually on the team. “Well?” “I’ve told Rogue that I’m very sorry about what happened, and very grateful to her for saving all of us.” “Yeah, well, ‘sorry’ don’t mean shit to me, huh? I don’t want her on the team.” “It’s her decision.” “You remember that, then.” Damn good thing he’s landin’ the plane. I gotta talk to Chuck. This ‘buddy’ shit is gonna get one of us clawed, and it ain’t gonna be me, if ya get my drift. All right. They are approaching. I must remain calm. It was an accident, after all, and everyone shall be fine. Yes, that is a good thing to lead with – Rogue will be fine. Jean will be fine. All of the students will be fine. Including, of course, Kitty, who was exceptionally fine to begin with. Ah – best not to mention that, I suppose. “Hello, Logan, Scott. How was your mission?” “Hmph.” “Mph.” Oh dear. No male bonding this time either, I suppose. Well, might as well just get to the point. “There is something of which I must inform you before you head upstairs.” “Trouble?” No, my clawed friend. At least not ‘trouble’ of the usual variety. “Not exactly. The junior team and some of the recent graduates were participating in some advance preparation for the upcoming holiday repast, and there has been – well, a small accident.” “Accident? What kind of accident, Hank?” “You see, Scott, I was working on that truth serum we discussed at the last briefing. I was working on it very hard, and, might I add, with some success. You see, it is really the carbolic – ” “Hank – in ten words or less, huh?” Hmm. A challenge. I believe I can satisfy Logan’s impatience. “Bobby spiked the drinks with the serum.” Aha! Seven words. I am good…..very good! “So – everyone’s upstairs telling the truth?” “And extraordinarily drunk. You see – it is part of the problem with this version of the formula. It causes intoxication, very similar to that which is experienced after consuming large amounts of alcohol. Inhibitions drop, coordination suffers – all the usual effects of – ” “Rogue.” And there he goes – ah, I should have timed it. I forgot to time it. Bobby and I had a bet as to how long it would take before he headed off in search of his paramour upon hearing the news. “Hank – Hank – I’m talking to you, Hank!” Ah, right – Scott. “Will they be OK?” “Once it wears off, yes.” “And when will that be?” “In approximately eight hours or so.” “God, can’t I even leave for a minute without something happening? I am going to kick Bobby’s ass.” “Ah, yes. Well, I shall leave you to it. However, I must say that Jean was last seen heading for the boathouse and mumbling something about Marvin Gaye and ‘Let’s Get it On,’ so you may want to postpone a bit. You are very fortunate to have such a lovely woman with which to get it – er, on whom to get it – ah, with whom to – ” “Hank – did you - you had some of this stuff, didn’t you?” “Yes. Is it noticeable?” Laughing? Now why would he be laughing at me? “There you are.” Whew. Thank God she came back to the lodge. By herself. What big blue said ‘bout ‘lowered inhibitions’ had me worried there for a second. “You feelin’ OK?” “Oh, yeah.” Uh-huh. You’re lookin’ a little wobbly on yer feet to me there, darlin’. “Had some of the spiked stuff, didya?” “Yeah……” God, she’s hot even when she wobbles her way over to me. “I’ve been waiting for you, sugar.” “That so?” “Mmm-hmmm. I was wonderin’ when you’d get here and help me out.” “With the Thanksgivin’ stuff?” “Noooo…….” Ah – she had a different kinda helpin’ her out in mind. “I put the turkey in, um, stuff – wait, what do they call it? Brine. I put it in some brine. Brine – now, that’s a weird word, isn’t it? And come to think of it, it’s kind of weird that they make pies out of pumpkins, don’t you think? I mean – ” “Marie – ” Not that she ain’t damn cute ramblin’ on like that, but I was all ready for some hot and horny Marie, and my hormones just don’t like to get yanked around like that. “You were sayin’ that wasn’t what you wanted a hand with, darlin’.” Maybe if I grab her to me by her ass it’ll jog her memory. Oh yeah, that did it. Nice change in her scent now. “You’re right. I needed some help, sugar. I was waiting for you to come home, you know.” “You mentioned that, baby.” She looks so cute like that – all curly brown hair and big eyes. Damn sexy too. “I did? Already? You know, I feel a little ‘off.’” “Yeah, I know – you got a dose of Hank’s new experiment when Bobby spiked the punch, baby. That’s why you feel ‘off.’” “Mmmm. But you still feel good. *Really* good.” Now she’s grabbin’ for my ass. Oh yeah, she’s back on board here. “I missed you, sugar.” “I missed you too.” Woulda much rather spent the past coupla days with her than Scooter. Hell, I woulda much rather spent the past coupla days with just about anyone except Scooter. Even Sabretooth – at least then, I could kick the ass of the prick who was irritatin’ me. But enough dwellin’ on that, enough thinkin’. How does the song go – a little less talk, a lot more action. Yeah, that’s definitely what’s called for here. “Whaddya think we oughta do ‘bout that, darlin’?” “I think we should go to the bedroom.” Hey – she’s really grabbin’ my ass now. Marie, she’s never this forward. I wonder if that’s how she really is, deep down – if the drug might be bringin’ it out in her and she’s just too shy to do it normally. “And when we get there, I think you should just lie down on the bed and let me ride you until we both collapse.” Whoa. Just – whoa. Now that’s a whole new level of forward. Not that I’m complainin’, mind ya. “Sound good?” “Yuh…..” “What was that, sugar?” Shit, can’t even get words out right anymore. “Yeah.” There, that’s much better. “Then what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation? Oooh! I could write one on your chest with my tongue. But wait – you wouldn’t be able to see it. Unless I dipped my tongue in chocolate or something. Maybe honey, but that’s not really that visible, not like chocolate…….” Dear. God. “Wuh…..” Um, what I meant to say there was – You. Me. Bedroom. Now! “OK. Let’s go, sugar.” Damn glad she could translate that. God, I’ve never been so happy to see my own bedroom in my whole life. “There you go, on the bed with you.” “Ummph!” Damn strong woman, my Marie. I like that. I like it a lot. “Uh-oh. You’ve still got clothes on.” “Uh…..” “Off. These must come off. Now.” You and me are definitely on the same page now, darlin’. And this whole thing, her takin’ the lead - I like it. She’s usually shy about her bein’ naked and she really don’t look at me when I’m naked. Touch me – yeah; get a good look – no. But now she can’t strip me fast enough and she sure is gettin’ herself a good eyeful. That’s OK, baby – you take a nice, long look. No hurries. “Ooooh…….” “Like whatcha see?” “Oh, yeah.” And now *her* clothes are comin’ off. You know, if this is the result of whatever Hank cooked up, I’m gonna hafta get him to sneak me a few samples. Or a whole keg of it. “Lo-o-gan, I’m na-a-aked…….” “Yes you are, darlin’.” Heh. And damn cute, straddin’ me like that, swayin’ back and forth a little, those perfect breasts jigglin’ in time with her movements – yeah, that’s *real* good baby, just lemme put my hand on your hips so you don’t fall offa the bed. “You look good.” “Yeah?” Hmmm. Didn’t mean for that to break the mood, but now she’s got this real curious look on her face. “Do you really think so?” “Aw, hell yeah. I tell you that all the time.” “Hmmmm.” Thinkin’ now. Um, baby – it ain’t a deep subject and we were goin’ along real nice there for a second so why don’t we get back to – “You don’t ask to see me naked a lot. I always thought you just said those things to be nice.” “Nice?” What the hell? “I said those things to getcha to be more naked and I’d ask straight out a helluva lot more if I didn’t think it’d make you get shy and put ya off. I was tryin’ to be subtle, baby.” “Don’t be.” Whoa. Now that’s real serious. I was expectin’ some crack about how subtle ain’t exactly my thing, but she’s dead serious. “I don’t get it when you’re subtle sometimes. I’m not good at it. And, yeah, OK, maybe I have been known to – to get shy once or possibly twice while naked, but I still like it when you ask.” “Well, now that I know that, I’ll change my ways.” Good information, that, and gonna be handy in the near future, but still - I’m startin’ to run outta patience with talkin’ here. I’m naked, she’s naked. For the love of God, it’s time to stop talkin’, stop thinkin’, and lemme do what I do best. “Move up a little bit. There – right there. Feel that? Feel what seein’ you like this does to me?” “Mmm-hmmmm.” Just gonna rock her hips down on me to make sure she gets a good taste of what’s comin’. No pun intended. “Oh, God…….” Heh. More than a taste, I guess, but, like I said, I’m an impatient guy. And lookin’ up at those perfect breasts and tiny little waist and strong arms – well, it ain’t helpin’ me hold back any. “Logan……” “Like that, baby? Want more?” Just noddin’, hair flyin’ everywhere. She’s past words now, and that’s just fine by me. Not that I mind talkin’ to Marie – I really don’t, and that’s sayin’ somethin’ – but I talk and listen to her body a lot easier than her words. And right now, her body’s sayin’ that it needs more. “Want me to touch you here?” “God!” I’ll take that as a yes, darlin’. I dunno why you’re lookin’ at me all surprised, like you didn’t know I could touch ya like that. I do that a lot, and she’s had a helluva lot more reaction sometimes. Oh, wait – I know why – I don’t usually go right for her, ah, ‘sweet spot’ like she calls it. I usually ease her inta anythin’ havin’ to do with sex, spend a lotta time on foreplay. I wanna make it good for her, you know? And I never wanna hurt her by jumpin’ the gun and gettin’ to the best part before her body is ready. “Oh, God, Logan…….” Love it when she moans my name like that, especially when she’s real close, like she is now. I know all the signs, all her little tells – the way her little fingers dig into my arms, the way her thighs begin to tense, the way she rocks her hips back and forth in time with my touches. I know my Marie. “Come on, baby, come on.” Love watchin’ this, I really do. Makes me hard as hell to watch her come for me. “Oh! GOD! Ahhhhh!” There we go, there we go. “Ahhhhhhhh!” Whoa – I’ve never seen her body flail all over like that. Musta been a good one for her. “Unhhh……” Here’s the hottest part – right after, when her legs are all shaky and she can’t move and everythin’ is tremblin’ from my touch. She’ll look up at me and try to smile, even though all her muscles don’t always cooperate. That look – the one that says ‘yeah, you took care of me damn good’ and ‘you’re my man’ – that gets me goin’ every time. “Lemme put ya down on the bed, darlin’.” “Mgrhmph…..” I think that means OK, in post-orgasmic Marie-speak. She ain’t protestin’ too much. Which is good ‘cause I can’t wait too much longer. “Hey, beautiful girl.” She likes it when I call her that, gets a big silly smile on her face every time. “Love you.” “Love you too.” Just a whisper, but we make sure to tell each other that every time. Makes it kinda special, ‘cause I’ve never said that to anyone else and neither has she. Those words always comin’ right before I put a hand on each of her pale thighs and enter her body – well, that makes me get hard as hell when I hear ‘em, ‘cause I know it’s time to take her. Gonna ease into her slow, though, no matter how much I wanna – “Logan, harder, please. Harder…….” “Umph!” Fuck, drove right inta her before I could stop myself. But she should know that sometimes my body don’t check in with my brain when she whispers things like that. Dammit, she’s out of it, though, and I shouldn’t do anythin’ she might think bad on later. I oughta – “Harder, please, please, please……..” Oh, God, that low little moan……..can’t help goin’ a little faster, a little rougher. “Yes, please, like that……more, more!” Oh, hell, there’s no way I’m gonna be able to hold back, not with her movin’ with me, not with her buckin’ her hips up in time with mine like that. Strong, real strong, and she’s diggin’ her fingers inta my back like she’s gonna – “Marie!” – like she’s gonna come again, and I don’t think I can hold out too damn long myself, it’s so good, so good – “Marie!!” “Yes! More!” Aw, *fuck* she’s never gone this hard with me, never. Gotta hang on just a little longer, just until she – “Ahhhhh! Logan, I’m – unnnnnh! Ahhhhhhh!” “Grrrr!” Oh, God yeah, yeah, I can feel her all around me and – “Marie! Unnnnnnhhhhh!” Whoa. That was good. That was damn good. “Logan…….” “Yuh?” Dammit, I’ve got healin’ powers, I’m supposedta be able to make words, even after somethin’ that powerful and good. “I liked that.” “You did?” “Uh-huh. We should do it like that a lot more often from here on out.” “Really?” Noddin’ and blinkin’ her eyes open and shut. Wait a second, darlin’ – don’t fall off to sleep just yet, I wanna get some information while Hank’s truth serum is still workin’ here. “I didn’t hurt ya? Or scare ya?” “Uh-uh. I liked it.” “Why?” “Because it made me feel like yours.” OK, that got to me good, and I don’t think I can talk for a second. “And because I knew you weren’t being afraid, weren’t being careful.” Wait – what? “Whaddya mean by that – afraid, careful?” “Of my skin, Logan.” She thinks that? She thinks that all the time I take with her before, all the effort I put inta bein’ real gentle with her, she thinks it’s ‘cause of her skin? “I ain’t afraid, Marie. You can control it.” “But what if I slip? Aren’t you afraid of that?” “Nah. Never have been afraid of you, darlin’, even when you couldn’t control it. Just loved ya.” Now there I go, lettin’ the plain truth slip right past me. “Really?” “Yeah, really. So don’t you go thinkin’ that anymore, OK?” She’s lookin’ at me, thinkin’, decidin’. I know those tells too. “OK.” And there it is, she just decided OK. Whew, that’s good. I’m dead. Just dead, and that’s all there is to it. Bobster, you have outdone yourself this time. Which is good, really – I mean, reaching a new pinnacle of prankiness is an accomplishment, and it can’t be anything but an occasion for celebration and – and merriment. But, on the other hand, there’s the whole ‘Scott will kill me, slowly and painfully’ factor………It kind of cuts down on just how merry the merriment gets, you know? “Bobby?” And speaking of the fearless leader….. “Are you in there?” “No.” Not that I think that will work, but I have to try something – after all, I kinda enjoy the whole living and breathing thing and I’d like to keep at it just a little while longer. “Go away.” “Bobby, come out of your room. Now.” “Nuh-uh. You’re gonna hafta come in and get me. You won’t take me alive, Copper!” Maybe that’ll get at least a little laugh out of him. You know, better that he kills me with a smile on his face. Maybe then, my untimely demise will be of the quick and painless variety. I can hope, right? “Bobby, come out. No one wants you anything, uh, other than alive, trust me. What you did was wrong, and you’re going to spend a lot of time detailing the mansion’s cars because of it, but I think if you just opened your door and took a look out here, you’d realize that some of the residents aren’t after your hide.” “But – but Hank – I stole his serum, his invention. And Logan! Oh, sure, I know he couldn’t have been affected personally, but I saw Rogue taking a sip of the – ” “Bobby. Out. Now.” “But – ” “Do I have to blast the door open?” Hmmm. He actually sounds serious. And not too pissed. Maybe I’ll just open the door a little, just a crack, just a smidgen. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do – I can just poke my head out and take a look and – “Whoa. What’s all this?” “The thanks of a grateful mansion.” Hey! That was a joke – who knew our grave fearless leader had it in him. “I wasn’t kidding about detailing all the cars, though. Report to the garage immediately after we finish Thanksgiving dinner.” Ah, there’s the Scott I know and live in fear of. But I still don’t get it – there’s, like, little presents and notes everywhere in front of my door. “Um, OK, but – what’s all this?” “Like I said, they’re thank-yous. Enjoy them, and get them out of the hall before they cause a fire hazard. And here’s mine to add to the pile.” OK, I am clearly in some kind of bizarro world. Scott just handed me what looks like a present, after I altered the mental state of everyone in the school, including his wife, as a prank. Yes, we must’ve taken in a mutie kid with some kind of strange, everything-will-be-the-opposite-of-how-it-usually-goes powers. But….since we’re stuck in bizarro world for a while, I might as well read the card and open the gift, right? Bobby, Don’t ever do this again, or you’ll be suspended. Scott Well, OK, that’s not helping clear things up at all. Maybe I should just open the box. Hmmm. Still not helping – it’s an old Marvel comic, the kind Scott knows I collect. That’s a really nice present, but, um – why is he giving me this? “Bobby!” Ah, here comes Kitty down the hall. Dear, sweet, *sane* Kitty. Maybe she can help me figure out just what the heck – “Come here, you!” “Kitty, wha – mmmph! Kissing! You kissed me! No – no kissing! Hank likes you! He’s my best friend!” Look, I know the serum might still be affecting her, but – “I know that, silly, and that’s what the kiss was for – you spiking the punch got Big Blue to finally admit he likes me! Thanks, Bobby!” Um, OK. So much for any help from that quarter, but – good. It’s about time Hank got off his big, fuzzy, blue rear end and made a play for her. I guess the prank wasn’t *all* bad, and maybe if Scott knows Hank and Kitty got together finally, that’s why he’s not too mad. I just wish I could figure out all these other presents and what the hell – Logan?! “Hey. Kid. Here.” “Don’t kill me!” I know begging for mercy isn’t exactly manly, but it’s *Logan* - begging is pretty much my only shot here. Anything affecting Rogue is bound to bring swift, immediate capital punishment by claw and – oh, dear God, he’s apparently not going to just settle for decapitation by adamantium – he’s got something in his hand, some kind of weapon! “Kill ya? What the hell is wrong with you? I just came by to give ya this.” He just came by to give me a bottle? A bottle of – is it scotch? It is, and it’s good scotch, the kind the Professor likes. The kind he notices if I steal, then water down the bottle, to try to get away with it. “Here. Rogue said we kinda owed ya one and that we should show our appreciation or some shit, and, well - I ain’t goin’ shoppin,’ so I just raided the mansion liquor cabinet. Here, take it, kid.” “But I’m underage.” “Not in Canada.” But this is New York, not Canada. Still, I am not going to say that out loud because: 1) I don’t want to interrupt whatever delusion he is clearly under, and, 2) I’ve got a whole bottle of ill-gotten scotch! “Um, thanks.” “Mph.” I think that translates to ‘you’re welcome’ but I still don’t quite get what for. Oh, well – maybe it’s best not to look a gift Wolverine in the mouth. Maybe I should just take my presents, be thankful for whatever landed me in their good graces instead of in the claw-house, and go my merry way. That’s what the holiday is all about anyway, right? Being thankful. |