X-Men

Thunderstruck

„Hello, I made a reservation for DeLauro.“

“Yes, the table for the party of five. This way, please!”

Emma followed the waiter to the table. Today was her birthday and they all wanted to meet here for dinner. She was surprised to see that she was the first one there.

It was a little early so she sat down and waited. Emma ordered a drink to keep herself busy.

The clock turned 8pm and nobody came. The little finger ticked away the minutes, ten past, quarter past and still, she sat all by herself. Her glass of coke was empty already and she ordered a new drink. Cosmopolitan, her favourite.

Should she try and call them over their comm. Link? Maybe they got caught in traffic? No, the streets were almost empty when she arrived.

Half past eight and Emma was close to tears. She finished the drink in order to keep herself at bay. She couldn’t stand the pitying side-glances of the waiter.

The young Mutant was to proud to admit that her friends could simply have forgotten about her. Would they really?

Obviously they just did and her sad mood changed into something close to anger.

No, it was anger and it hit her like a fist in the stomach! Besides, the one glass of alcohol was not enough to cheer her up.

The waiter appeared silently at her table.

“Would you like to order or wait a little longer?”

Emma looked up in his face. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were burning. Another time she would have flirted with him. He was around her age and had beautiful green eyes. She loved green eyes!

In the moment she just felt like leaving, though.

She checked the time again. Five minutes before 9pm!

“No thanks, nothing of it. Could I get the check, please?”

Emma couldn’t go home. She had been stood up! At her Birthday! There was no way, she would go home now to her so called ‘friends’!

The silver Audi was chased up and down the highway, the music blasted in the speakers but her mood wasn’t even lighten up a bit!

All of a sudden the highway ended and she had to take the exit. The road turned and turned and before Emma realised where she was going, she had lost her way!

The dirty, little street was dark, most of the lights were broken. The night was lit up by the bright lights from her car. She was in the middle of nowhere. Huge trees spread their arms over the deserted street.

She looked for a sign to show her the way back to the highway but instead, she found a lonely bar. At least, she thought that it was a bar. There was a bright sign with the name over the door reading  ‘Scarecrow’.

Emma parked the car in front and got out. Her mood had dropped to the lowest point.

If she ever wanted to find her way back and tell Shal, Brennan, Jesse and Adam what she thought of them, she had to ask for directions.

Music came through the open doors and the shouting voices of some drunken sounding guys.

The bar was quite crowded, the young Mutant realised surprised. Where did all these people come from?

Strange and odd looking women and mostly men were gathered around the bar, the pool table and the old Jukebox. This seemed to be a place for the stranded, the folks nobody wanted to have around high society.

They did not fit into the nightclubs she used to go. They drank, were loud and quite rough to each other. But they had fun and that was more Emma experienced this evening so far. Maybe, it wasn’t such a bad thing to loose her way…

All eyes were on her when she entered the room. She looked like a butterfly in a nest full of bumble-bees with her short white skirt and the blank tank-top.

She didn’t care.

Anger still held her in its arms about the disappointing trust-worthiness of her friends.

She made her way through the laughing and singing crowd towards the bar. Some guys hit on her or tried to invite her for a drink. Some hands touched her body in places she didn’t want to be touched by complete strangers but instead of using her powers, she answered the same rough way, the people talked to each other, slapping some hands away, talking more dirty she ever had before. It actually made her feel better.

Deciding to drink a beer, because it was served in bottles and she didn’t need to use one of the glasses which were quite dirty, she stood and watched the source of the noise around her. She could ask a bit later for directions.

Her eyes fell on a big guy standing with his back against a wall on the opposite side of the room. He didn’t seem to fit in here, either. Why, she couldn’t tell.

Maybe because he was on his own and not involved in any conversations. Maybe it was his charisma.

His jeans were worn out and fitted tight around his strong legs. His leather jacket looked quite dusty but not cheap at all. His broad shoulders filled the leather, powerful and manly. He had a lot of facial hair, brown, with piercing green eyes in a sharp contrast. Emma could see his beautiful eyelashes even from her position.

A big cigar stuck in the corner of his mouth; one foot was lifted against the wall while his strong hands held a bottle with beer and his belt.

Emma blushed when she lifted her eyes to his face again. He had noticed her watching him. She took a zip of her beer to hide her embarrassment. He looked at her for another moment and she couldn’t turn away from his staring eyes.

She felt like drowning in green fire, forgetting everybody around her completely. Stunned, she watched him come towards her, not really realising that she’d held her breath.

He came closer and closer and just stopped, when he was barely one step away from her. Their bodies almost touched and when Emma sucked in a deep breath, she caught his masculine scent.

Like smoke and beer, leather and adventure;  a bit forbidden, spicy and wild.

Intoxicating…

Beautiful!

She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the guy making her feel like she was really drunk, like flying or ready to jump of the roof!

His eyes never left her when he drank the last drops of his beer. He leaned into her and pressed his body hard against hers when he put the empty bottle on the bar. Heat rushed through her when he pushed his hips strong against hers, sliding one of his legs between her thighs.

Their lips almost met but he didn’t touch her. He took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet perfume. One arm was still over her shoulder when he had put the bottle down. The people stood to close together, he had to reach over her.

He had no problem with it since he was at least a head taller than Emma was.

He did not pull back. Instead, he let his hand slide down over her backside, pulling her even closer in an embrace.

Emma couldn’t resist at all.

Why was she here again? What day was today?

All of a sudden she couldn’t remember. All that matters where his green eyes and his warm hands on her body.

“Com’ere!”

His voice was deep and rough. It suited him and so did the little accent.

Emma let herself being pulled away by him, towards the exit and out of the bar. The chill of the light evenings breeze had never felt as good as now on her burning skin.

She wanted to kiss him, touch him, make him her own…

And she did not even know his name!

He pushed her with her back against a parked car, pressing her down on the hood with his weight.

Her skirt slid up, exposing the length of her legs, his warm hands already exploring every inch of her skin.

The air escaped in panting little moans from her lounges. Her eyes were shut tight, her upper body arched back as he kissed her throat, placing small kisses all over it.

“’Name’s Logan by the way, honey!”

He bit down lightly in the hollow of her neck, licking the place, marking her.

“Just t’make sure, ya know  what name to scream when I make ya come!”

She couldn’t stifle a whimper.

Lean fingers found the way into her and her slip, tearing it apart with a ripping noise. Her body shuddered under the knowing touch, light as a feather then stronger again, already making her  want to scream.

Emma’s hands skimmed over the well-defined muscles in his chest, tugging at his shirt, just to be grabbed in one of his big hands and pulled over her head, leaving her helpless.

Logan’s eyes clearly said: stay put when he let go and went down on her between her legs. She nearly jumped when he blew against her moist heat, his tongue following quickly the stream of air.

She wanted to lean on her elbows and watch him pleasuring her but when she got up, disobeying his orders, he stopped, pushing her hard down by her shoulders.

His feature looked hard and dangerous but his eyes smiled, making sure this was part of the game they’ve been playing.

“Misbehaving, little one? Ya know what ya gonna get for it?”

Emma couldn’t stifle a rough, passionate laughter.

“Show me!”

The sound of the awakening night and the music coming from the bar was broken by the small sound of trousers being unzipped. Her legs wrapped almost from itself around his waist, urging him on, feeling his jeans slide down, his bare skin on hers.

She pulled his face down to their first, real kiss. All her frustration of the past few hours was released in that one fiery kiss.

It swallowed her scream when Logan entered her hard and fast.

This was no sweet love-making.

It was rough and wild and passionate; pure sex between a woman and a men who shared nothing but desire.

In this moment, they forgot that dark shadows had threatened their past, that they were lonely and hurt.

They just enjoyed these minutes and it was the closeness they spent, which heated up their passion and brought Emma over the edge, calling out Logan’s name.

Feeling her muscles tighten around him, he trust once, twice more hard into her before spilling his hot seed in her shattering and convulsing body.

The feeling of his collapsing, heavy mass on her own was incredibly.

His hot breath tickled her heated skin, his powerful arms wrapped tight around her waist, pulling her at close as he could.

Emma needed some time to catch her breath and be able to speak again.

“That was a better party as I’ve planned!”

Logan lifted his head slightly until he could look at her. A big grin spread over his face, lightening up the green of his eyes even more.

“Party?”

“Today is my birthday!”

He chuckled.

“Well, all the best for the birthday girl then!”

He couldn’t see Emma’s smile in the dark.

“That’s what I just got, Logan! I just got it…”

End

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