C H A P T E R   51 :   M U T A N T S   I N   L O V E

WARNING: Explicit sexual content ahead (yes, they're insatiable)

"I know they say that the space between
Can make it stronger than we've ever seen
They might be right but I disagree
'Cause I've never felt stronger than when you're with me
Sometimes I wonder why you even care
'Cause even when I leave you're always there with me
And like a candle makes a brighter place
This mark you've made on me can't be erased

I've stood alone and I've fallen down
Your hands were there to pick me off the ground
Sometimes I cry because I can't believe
Your love is big enough to cover me
Sometimes I've wondered if you're even there
But when I feel far away you meet me there
And like a candle makes brighter place
This mark you've made on me can't be erased"

Logan's POV

When I woke up, I thought I was dreaming, feeling the sun peeking through the windows and her body against mine, one of my arms sneaked around her waist, her back glued to my chest. Then a smile dawned on me, a real smile for the first time in too long as memories from last night poured down on me, how she smelled of orchids and cinnamon, how her lips gave me caramel and vanilla, how her skin tasted like exotic spices that got spicier the farther I went down.

My grasp on her body tightened and she snuggled against me in her sleep, all of her looking like an angel that fell from the skies, her light hair spread across the pillow like a halo, her breathing peaceful and serene.

Shivers ran down my back from the intensity of the reminiscences, from how human and godly it had all felt. Animals weren't supposed to love, just crave. But I loved her – more than I thought I could, probably more than I should, much more than she thought I did.

I couldn't verbalize it, not in words, so I had done everything in the previous night to show her. My lips slid over her left shoulder blade, where tattooed birds were flying away, my eyes closing as I remembered the feeling of her skin under my fingertips, the sensation of her nails scratching down my back, the way our claws had touched and eclipsed again.

I hadn't come for this trip with any of this in mind, and yet nothing felt as right. I had never thought in a million of years I would be holding her like this, feeling her flesh against my flesh with nothing in between us, and yet here we were and I couldn't imagine anything better, as if this, her, what she gave me last night, was the thing I had lived so long for. She gave my immortality meaning, and humanity.

"You're smiling against my neck, you know." She said, her voice low and drowsy and yet enough to set me on fire. "I can feel it."

"Can you feel this?" I asked, making my mouth slid across her shoulders while our legs intertwined under the sheets and my fingers wandered over her body with no hurry.

"Logan..." She murmured, her body shuddering against mine. "We already broke one bed last night, don't make me break another one."

She pointed with her chin towards the other bed in the room, all wrecked and undone, and my lips opened on her skin in a smile at the remembrance.

"Not my fault these damn beds are so fragile."

"Yeah, blame the beds." She said, her tone falsely angered. "The truth is you slammed into me so harsh last night I smashed the headboard with my hands and you fucking broke the bed underneath us."

My fingers dug on her skin automatically at the force of the thought, recalling how my lips had been on her core and hers on mine, how her body had clenched around me, inviting me in and welcoming me and making me feel sure that's where I was meant to go and stay.

"Did I... did I hurt you?" I questioned, my eyes searching for bruises on her skin even though every single one I had given her were now gone. She turned around to face me, her bluish-green eyes like wings of a butterfly causing all of my tornadoes. My heart ache pleasurably at the sight of her as she snuggled against the pillows and smiled at me.

"If by hurting me you mean making me feel the best, most intense thing I've ever felt, then yes, Logan, you hurt me, and I can't wait for you to do it again." The beat of her heart was steady, mine was fast. "Hurt me more, hurt me faster, hurt me slower, deeper, harder, until all there is in me is a hurt that doesn't hurt, and a life that doesn't kill, and a sun that doesn't burn, and a you that doesn't leave."

"Well, I gotta leave eventually." I smirked, resting my head on my hand with my elbow against the pillow, but her words rang true to me too, how our bodies had created a whole new natural phenomenon when she fell into my place and I into hers. "I can't stay in you forever."

"You can try." She replied, biting her lower lip slowly and eyeing me through her eyelashes.

"Fuck, I gotta get out of here." I said with a growl, rolling away from her and getting up from the bed. "Before I fucking do you again."

"But I want to cuddle!" She protested, stretching her hands out to me and my fists clenched at how much I wanted to go back to her.

"Then buy a teddy bear, doll, I'm an animal, and animals don't cuddle; we hunt and bite."

"Yes, I'm aware of that." Her smirk mirrored mine and my tongue made its way between my lips at how tempting she looked. I could stay there just staring at her all day, but instead I placed a quick kiss on her forehead and walked out of the room, hearing her huff in exasperation and turn in the bed to go back to sleep.

The sun was just now rising and we still had a couple of hours before we had to go back to the campground and pretend like the best night of our lives had not just happened. I didn't know how I was going to pull it off, I was sick of pretending and acting like I didn't love her. All I wanted was to kiss her in front of everybody and make the entire world know she was mine. For the first time in my life, and maybe without deserving it, I was a lucky man but couldn't even show it.

I quickly inspected the house to see if everything was in place and no one was nearby before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a much needed cold shower. At some point I heard her get up and enter the bathroom, the sound of the water running on the washbasin as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. I tried my best to ignore her and continue my shower, but a second later I was stopping everything I was doing to ogle her, her naked body doing things to me even when it was feet apart.

"You could have waited for me, you know." She said when she finished, her messy hair falling down on her shoulders like a cascade of light, and she never looked as beautiful to me as in that moment. "I would have showered with you, we can't waste water these days."

She took two slow, long steps towards me, her eyes scanning me up and down with lust, the glass of the shower cabin the only thing keeping us apart.

"Come here." I forced myself to speak even though my throat was dry and coarse. "Now."

She tilted her head to the side, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And what if I say no?"

"I guess you won't have me hurt you more, and faster and—"

She shut me up by opening the door of the cabin brusquely and stepping in, her hands on my chest shoving me harshly against the wall, her lips all over mine with avid appetite. My fingers curled into her hair, pulling it lightly to expose her neck as she kissed the droplets of water that fell down my chest.

"Turn around." I demanded into her ear, and she quirked one brow up but for once did as I told her, her back colliding with my chest, my hands on her hips keeping her in place.

"Always so bossy." She said, looking over her shoulder, and when her hypnotic, cosmic eyes locked with mine, I knew I was lost. I always got lost in them. "And I fucking love it."

"I know you do." I smirked as I rubbed my nose on her neck and then teasingly started moving my lips from her ear to her neck and then to her shoulder, my teeth scraping her skin softly. She shivered under my fingers when my hands started running up and down her body, feeling every high and low, every curve, every hole and whole, every hill and valley until my name was falling from her lips as if it was the only word she had ever learnt.

"All my fantasies about those hands..." She mumbled, bringing her hand back and in between our bodies, making me grunt lowly and slowly. "Not even close to reality."

"You fantasized about me, darlin'? I wanna know all about that." I breathed onto her neck and she turned around abruptly, placing her palms on my shoulders and jumping up slightly so I could grab her by her toned buttocks and make her legs interlock around my hips. The impact from her jump made my back smash against the wall loudly, but I didn't care. The nearest cabin was far enough anyway.

"Gosh, I love you so fucking much." She said to my neck as her tongue ran down my skin, leaving a line of furious kisses along my collarbone and sternum. As a response I lifted her chin up and let my tongue explore every inch of her mouth as if I needed to feel and be in every part of her body. Her hands went to feel my abdomen, and then lower, and I had to squeeze her ass harder to keep us both steady when her touch became my all.

"Easy, cowboy." She murmured, but those words lingering on my ear in that seductive tone turned me on so much I spinned us around brusquely and pushed her against the wall, one of her hands slipping down the glass for support as I attacked her neck and sucked on every inch of skin I could find. "Oh, fuck... you... why are you... so good... with your lips, your hands... your... everything..."

My head moved up to meet her eyes, a fire igniting in mine. "Want me to show you just how good it can get, doll? Cause everything is not the only thing I'm good at."

"I know." She said, one of her hands travelling down my back and stopping over my bottom. "But do you mind reminding me?"

"I'll make sure this time you don't forget." I provoked, my fingers soaring over her firmament. The drops of water on my chest were now on hers and my hand went behind me to reach for the faucet, the water raining down on us as I started knocking on her door, my eyes searching for hers before our mouths made contact again and she moaned my name into my tongue and I moaned hers into her. The water falling over us muffled all the sounds, the whimpering, the thrusting, the gasping, but she still heard me when I spoke.

"Fuck it, you feel so good."

One of her arms was still sliding down the glass, the other tugging at my wet hair as I oscillated in and out of her like a pendulum that always came back to where it belonged, her feet gliding down the back of my thighs as one of my hands squeezed her ass harder. She huffed inside my mouth, the droplets entagling with our tongues as her body bounced up and down in my arms and mine moved in perfect pace with hers, her breasts brushing my chest like waves rolling down a desert land.

When I made a motion to exit her, she shook her head and moved me into her again, made me enter her as many times as she wanted with a smile that knew I'd do anything she'd ask, and I did, I showed her the night and the day and all the ways in which I could stay, until I was taking over all of her seconds and minutes, all of her times and seasons, until I was driving her over the edge and making her scream for more, hurting her like no one ever had before, in a way she wouldn't heal from because the hurting was the cure and I was her shortcut and her detour.

***

Felicia's POV

I looked over at my left in the bed and found Logan staring right back at me, his light brown eyes like the first leaf of autumn to fall. And then his lips twisted in a position they weren't used to and he grinned; not a crooked smirk, not a half, provoking smile, but a genuine, authentic beam that made my heart break from how complete it was. I loved him, he loved me. We were mutants in love. Cat and wolf. Scorpion and bull. Him and me.

"Me and you." I said as I cuddled against him, our legs so entangled I didn't know where mine ended and his started. I buried my face on his chest when his hands drew soothing circles on my back, my cheeks getting flushed every time I thought about last night, about today's shower, about how intense everything had been. I wondered if humans were supposed to feel this level of intensity. Probably not; mine and Logan's senses were heightened and that worked for sex too. Maybe that's why it was so amazing, knowing that he felt the same intensity as I did. "I feel like that's what the world could boil down to now, but in the beginning... who would have thought?"

"I think it was pretty obvious, though." He murmured into my hair. "All that friction between us was bound to bring us here."

I moved away from him slightly to give him a peck on the lips, but he was greedy and inched closer to capture my lips with his for a longer, hungrier kiss that I had to stop before it turned into another heated make-out session. I always felt on the verge of crossing that line with him, but now more than ever. It was like my lungs couldn't survive without the oxygen on his, like my mouth needed his mouth to know how to talk, like my body needed his inside of it to feel completely alive.

"I never get tired of staring at you." I told him, surprising both of us with my sudden take on mushy talk instead of dirty.

"I know I'm that handsome." He smirked and I playfully rolled my eyes. "But the feeling's mutual. You're a person that makes hard for others to look away."

"Yeah, now blame it on me." I smiled and rested my head on his naked chest, hearing his heartbeat, that sound I could no longer live without. His heartbeat was my heartbeat; it just fit into two different places.

"I'm sorry." He broke the comfortable silence we had been immersed in and I looked at him, expectant and terrified.

"About what? This?"

"No, of course not, it could never be about this. About our fight at the mansion before HYDRA arrived and you left with Barnes. I never should have said what I said, those things weren't true and you didn't deserve to hear them and I shouldn't have left you alone either."

"I apologize too. I think that night we were both too afraid to lose the other, and look where we are now. If only we had known..."

I wasn't staring at him, but I just knew he was smirking.

"It wouldn't have been half as fun."

"What about when we go back to the mansion?" I asked, biting my lip in thought. "We can't exactly sneak out into the woods to... fulfill our needs."

"I don't know." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, his minty breath caressing my face. "But I think we're definitely going to have to use those diamonds Dyani gave us if we want to keep this a secret."

"I knew they would come in handy." I smirked, but Logan didn't, a frown creasing his brow.

"Do you know what you're going to do this summer? Where you're going to go? And if... you'll be coming back next year?"

"You're afraid I might leave." I said after a while of just eye-kissing.

"Yes."

"And you're afraid because you have to stay."

"Also yes."

I nodded. I knew it was inevitable, that sooner or later I would stop being a student and would have to follow my own path as Logan stayed in the mansion and continued to be a teacher and a X-Men, but I didn't want to think about the future, not right now, not when the present was being so damn perfect.

"I don't know." I ended up answering his question. "I think I'd like to travel, I've never really been anywhere. And after that... I think there's not much more I can learn in the mansion, I learn better in the field, and my past experiences have proven that. I exist for practice, not theory. Action, not contemplation. Though I love art as well – I'd like to do something related to it, maybe try to open a shop or get some paintings in a gallery."

"You can do whatever you want, really. Once you put your mind to it, nothing nor no one can stop you."

I crossed my arms over his chest, smiling innocently at him, and I heard him grunt lowly in response.

"So does that mean I can do you too? As many times as I want?"

He rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly, like the crest of a wave.

"You know the answer is yes. For some reason, I never seem to be able to tell you no. Nor do I want to."

"You've been all around the world, right?" I asked him. "Who knows, maybe this will be a calm summer for the X-Men and you could come with me? See the world? Show me the places that have left marks on your history, that are part of your story?"

"You'd like that?" He asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Of course. I want to learn every piece of you. And you know how good of a student I am."

"Yeah, right." He chuckled, a low, rough chuckle that turned my stomach upside down. "How about afterwards?"

"Don't do this, Logan." I asked in a resolute voice, but even before he spoke I knew he wouldn't let go of this matter that easily. "Not right now."

"We'll have to talk about it sooner or later, Felicia. The future won't disappear just because we decide to ignore it." Mentor Logan was back. "The truth is that one day you're going to leave and I'm going to stay."

"My home is in New York City, it's not that far from the school. We can visit each other as much as we want."

"Yeah, but I want to see you every day. At the canteen in the morning, late at night when neither of us can sleep. I'm gonna miss seeing you all the time. Heck, I think I'm even going to miss you pissing me off in my classes."

"Ah, yeah, I'm gonna miss that too. But we can work it out, I know we can. We've suffered so much to be where we are now, it's not the distance that's going to stop us from being together."

"But have you ever thought... you know, about joining the X-Men? You'd be a great addition to the team."

"Yeah, I can see Jean and Scott would love that. No, Logan... I'm not a team player."

"Well, neither am I."

"Yeah, but I like to work in the shadows."

"And outside the law."

"Sometimes justice has to be taken into our own hands. I'm trying to stay away from stealing, but New York still needs me. And Peter needs me. We work better when the other's there."

"So I'm just going to have to limit myself to watch you on the news. Great." He sighed, but I could see he wasn't really mad.

"Well, you can't ask me to stay. Just like I can't ask you to leave. I've been selfish enough in the past in that matter. Part of loving is respecting the other person is as much ours as they are theirs and everyone else's. We don't have to stop having a life to share a life. I really don't want to be one of those couples that seem to have super glue and are always checking in on each other at every second of the day... I need my privacy and my independence. Why do you think I like Captain America so much? It's all about freedom."

"Can we please not talk about him right now? I'm naked." He grumbled. "But, yeah, I need those things too." He smiled. "Despite how hard things have been, you actually make it very easy. It's so damn easy to love you I wonder why I didn't have the courage to do it before."

I gasped, taken away by his words. Because everyone else had always made me feel like it was so incredible hard to love me, even when they didn't mean to.

"I feel the same about you. I know you don't have an easy past when it comes to love, neither of us have. But I also think, now that we have this, this present, I don't think we should waste our time worrying about the future and about millions of options that may never come."

"You're right." His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him, if that was even possible. "Besides, does the future really exist for people who have eternity?"

I smiled, and when my eyes grabbed his, we loved. "No matter what happened in the past, I love you. No matter what happens next, I love you. No matter what, one way or another, I always will."

"No matter what." He agreed, his nose rubbing against my forehead softly. I found it amazing, really, how Logan was so known for being rude and rough and yet he could be so gentle. A small smile tugged at my lips, from knowing I was the only one he let himself be tamed by.

"Maybe 'no matter what' will be our 'always'." I whispered on his arms.

"What?"

"You suck at cultural references, you know that, right?" I laughed, but he turned serious.

"No matter I'm right here, holding you in my arms, or if we're separated by seas, lands and oceans, know one thing, Felicia. You will always have my heart." Logan proclaimed with a deep voice.

"Maybe that's what hearts are for." I spaced out, though deep down I felt incredibly touched. Right now Logan was insecure, and I knew it wasn't easy for him to open up his heart like this, so I had to make sure he knew it was safe with me. I wouldn't break it like many had done to him in the past, like it had been done to me as well. "To be switched for others throughout life. I feel like that's what we did. Your heart is on my chest and mine is on yours. So I guess if we break them, we break ourselves."

"That won't happen." He said, more firmly and decisively than when he ordered kids around in class. "No matter what."

"No matter what."

***

As much as I wanted to stay locked in Logan's embrace for the rest of my life, I had to sneak into my cabin before anyone noticed me – and Logan – were gone. But, being the morning person I was not, I underestimated the time in which the others decided to get up and once I got to my cabin everyone was already walking around, picking on each other about last night's snoring and who was taking too long in the shower.

With all the commotion, I thought I had gone unnoticed, until I saw Bianca sitting on my bed, already ready and dressed, with a knowing, enigmatic smirk plastered on her face, also known as the definition of I'm so screwed.

"So..." She started. "Did you have a good night?"

I bit my tongue harsh to prevent me from smiling and giving away everything. "It was a night like any other."

"Sure, I bet. With just a lot more sweat and other body fluids involved." Her voice was just above a whisper, but my heart still jumped up and down in my chest at the thought someone could hear her.

"Shush!" I exclaimed, already knowing it was no use denying. "Who else knows?"

"Just me. I woke up early this morning and found it strange when I didn't see you in your bed but figured you had gone for a matinal run or walk even though I should have immediately suspected something because that's certainly not something you would do. And then I thought maybe you had gone spent the night with someone else..."

"Yeah. Santa Claus. You're absolutely right."

"Well, there is something I didn't know. Someone should have warned me!" She exclaimed, her voice bursting with irony. "I didn't know Santa Claus now had replaced his white beard by a brown one, had messy brown hair instead of white hair and a knit cap, had suddenly lost his big fat belly and had his hot body toned with strong muscles... and... oh, and claws, of course, how could I forget them? I bet kids won't like him so much this year. On the other hand, though, I know someone who would much rather sit on this sexy Santa's lap..." Bianca winked at me and I couldn't help but laugh at her words.

His lap isn't the only place I've sat on.

"So I went outside to search for you and heard Storm and Longshot mention Logan wasn't in his tent." She continued, oblivious to the dirt inside my mind. "From then on it was adding two and two. But don't worry, I didn't mention to anyone you were missing, and covered for you here."

"Shit." I let out, sitting on the bed in front of her. "But thank you."

"Of course! So how was it?" She jumped off the bed abruptly, like a clown out of a box, and clapped her hands out of excitement. Her enthusiasm died down a bit once she noticed I hadn't said anything. "You're not going to tell me anything?"

"Nope." I didn't want to be mean, but what happened between me and Logan stayed between me and Logan, even if I trusted Bianca. It was just, the night, the morning, what had happened... it was too intimate to share with others, and too magical for words to translate.

"Oh, come on! I'm your best girl friend! You have to tell me. It's implied in the contract."

"Oh, for God's sake. Remind me why I am your friend again?"

She beamed, in that joyful way only she could pull off, as if all the stars in the universe had been gathered into one. "Because you love me."

"Oh yeah, that's why." I smirked. "But I can't tell you, Bi. There's not enough words in this language to describe it, and I doubt there is in any other. But how did you guess it, anyway? Logan and I could have simply spent the entire night talking, or arguing, we've done both before."

"Hun, I know a walk of shame when I see one." She joked. "To be honest, I saw the stares you've been giving each other throughout this entire trip, especially at the bonfire last night. It was like you were already having sex from a distance."

"Not having sex, it wasn't just that. It was making love. Or art. Or both."

"Aww, I'm so happy for you, girl! Finally! Honestly, I've been waiting for this for too long."

I tried to fight the smile that crept onto my lips, but for once this was a battle I didn't mind losing.

"Waiting only made everything better." I confided.

"I bet! So, aside from the obvious physical activity that must have gotten you to burn thousands of calories, did you admit your feelings for one another?"

"We had already done it." I confessed. "Last night was just our bodies speaking for us."

"Aww, I think I'm going to cry, honestly. I love how you two love each other."

"So do I. But you can't tell anyone about this. We're still not sure about what we're going to do once we go back to the mansion."

She a made a motion with her fingers as if she was zipping her lips.

"My lips are sealed. When it comes to me, I'll do everything I can to prevent anyone from finding out. Gosh, this is so exciting, I feel like I'm in a movie! Secret, forbidden relationships are always the best."

"Well, I wish it wasn't forbidden. He's centuries older than me and yet he makes me feel ageless. I guess it will be okay once I leave the mansion, but—"

"You're gonna leave the school?" Bianca interrupted, sadness masking all of her other emotions. I gulped, my heart wincing at the thought of causing her pain.

"One day I'll have to. So do you."

"Yeah, I know, but it's sad thinking about that. I don't want to be sad. Anyway, I love seeing you around each other. Like you make yourselves a better person when you're in each other's presence, and I think if there's any definition of a really fairytale, I think that's it."

I fell backwards on the bed, staring at the ceiling and sighing deeply.

"Mine and Logan's story is far from a fairytale, though. There's always only one villain in those Disney movies and it feels like we have faced them all."

"That just makes everything worthier, no? Sweet Lord, sex between you two must be amazi—"

"Bi!" I shouted, throwing a pillow at her to shut her up.

"What? It's true, remember what I told you about your signs? You're the North to his South pole and vice-versa. Magnetically attracted. Not to mention you've been training together for months, so I bet you know each other's bodies and needs like the back of your hand."

"Can't argue with that." I let out, happier than I ever remembered being. I was like, suddenly, all my losses weren't making me lose, but instead gain something else. The pain was still there, the happiness was still tainted, but it was better and more breathable than it had ever been before. Because you could hurt and still be happy. You could cry and still know how to smile. You could break and still mend. There was nothing as self-healing and repairable as the human heart. We just tended to underestimate its ability to repair itself most of the times, not giving it enough thought or space or time to heal.

"Should I start singing Locked Out of Heaven right now? 'Cause I feel like it really fits."

"Please don't." I grumbled and sat to smile at her. "But thank you, Bianca. You're an amazing friend. I hope one day you'll find your own version of a fairytale."

"I've got time for that. Now I just want to enjoy life and fall in love with every little thing, from a flower to a butterfly. Nature deserves our love too, you know? And we rarely give it to her and then cry when it makes herself be heard. Nature has always been my first love."

"I bet you're loving it here."

"Yeah, not as much as you." She winked at me. "Come on, then. We still got a whole day to seize."

***

At lunch, we all sat scattered across a clearing, the sun falling on our skins through the green leaves of the tall trees, the clear blue sky making me want to fly. Or maybe that was just Logan from the other side of the clearing, looking at me as if he wanted to give me wings again.

"Earth to Felicia, hello? Felicia, are you hearing us? Should I call the doctor? You look like you've seen God or something." Alex said, waving a frenetic hand in front of my face several times, until I was blinking repeatedly to brush away the groggy sensation.

"I bet she has." Bianca mumbled, so low only I heard her.

"Yes, of course I'm hearing you. What were you talking about?"

They all burst out laughing, taking chips from each other's packages and munching on sandwiches as voraciously as other people bit on certain parts of my body. Control yourself, Felicia. You look like a teenager whose hormones have only now awaken.

"We were talking about how Gambit got in a fight this morning with a guy that was hitting on Rogue." Roberto explained. By his side, Bobby and Romeo drank from the same juice.

"Poor guy, he was just asking me out, no big deal." Rogue said. "Remy had no right so scare him off and probably scar him to life."

"Well, in his defense, the other guy kept staring at your ass every time you bent down in morning practice." Kitty pointed out, sharing a smile with Rogue that only close friends knew how to share and decode.

"Well, in that guy's defense, I do have a nice ass." She retorted, making us all laugh. Remy, not too far away from us, followed our conversation attentively. Our eyes locked and he gave me a greeting nod, then smirking and winking at me in that grandiose, flirtatious way of his, and I swear I heard a loud clearing of a throat somewhere, which in turn just made me smile back at Remy. His brows rose, but then he looked over his shoulder and straight at Logan, who was burning holes in both of our heads. When Remy looked back at me, he winked again and gave me a thumbs up as if saying You go, girl.

"But what was Logan idea, really, making us workout in the woods?" Bobby complained, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Well, I liked seeing you workout. For someone so icy you sure looked hot." Romeo said, in that relaxed, easy-going way that got Bobby completely disconcerted.

"I... yeah... thanks. I guess."

"Dude, we gotta work on your smoothness." Romeo said, smiling at him and receiving nods of approval from Alex and Roberto. "You're so tight."

I spit all the drink from my mouth abruptly, which landed on Alex's shirt for the most part, who in turn writhed away from the orange juice and fell on Roberto, who in turn hit Bobby, who hit Romeo, and so on until the domino effect made us all roll on the grass laughing out loud.

"What was that about?" Alex complained once our stomachs stopped hurting enough for us to straighten ourselves and carry out a conversation like normal human beings, or at least try to.

"Nothing." I said, but my cheeks were already getting redder than my lipstick. It's just I heard those very same words last night.

"It's just Felicia who's very dirty-minded." Bianca came to my rescue, the smile of complicity on her face letting me know she understood.

"Oh my God." The others said, a round of laughter spreading around the group as their minds reached that dark corner as well. My eyes toured over the place, stopping on Logan again, who was already staring at me with a smirk that told me he had heard everything. He looked very pleased with himself and the way he could throw me off even from a distance.

"You need cleansing, Felicia. Like, severe cleansing, real fast." Alex spoke on behalf of everyone.

"Nah, I'm a lost cause, don't mind it."

The conversation went off to other topics, and the mood was lighthearted until it was brought back to Logan and I started feeling heated again. I need a fan or air conditioning. Why do humans come with things like snot and stupidity but not with those? Priorities, evolution. You need to sort them out.

"Is it just me or is Logan happier than usual?" Rogue asked. "This morning during practice it was almost as if he wasn't himself. He wasn't grumpy or rude. I even caught him whistling!"

I looked around to the trees like it was none of my business, and from the corner of my eye noticed Bianca gazing at me with a goofy smile. Always so discreet.

"Yeah, it almost looks like he got laid." Roberto chuckled, as if the idea was too unlikely to even think about. Well, but that's what I did, right? Turn the farfetched into 'it happened, and it happened wonderfully'?

"Ew, no one wants to hear about that!" Romeo intervened, and I loved him right there for changing the subject. I looked up at the cloudless sky, and it was like nature was finally in tune with me, mirroring my state of mind. There were no clouds, just this blue of possibilities. Maybe Logan and I were from different planets, but the truth was the orbits of our worlds exerted an attraction so big on each other it was impossible to try to fight it or resist it. I was so gone for him and he was so gone in me.

More than anything, he made me lose myself just so I could feel found.

"I wanna be so far gone in you
So far nothing else will ever do
I wanna be so far gone in you

I wanna be lost in you
Like a ship in the night
I wanna get lost in you
Underneath your sky

I wanna be lost in you
Like a ship in the night
So far gone tonight"

A/N: Beautiful gifspam was made by diwatera :)

Song is "So Far Gone" by Thousand Foot Krutch, which I love so much ♥

QUESTION: Have you seen the trailers of Captain America: Civil War? I'm more and more excited by the second to watch the movie! xD