::Strong Language:: "Shocking News"

**author’s comment: This was supposed to be sex… but all I can get them to do is beat the ever-living shit out of each other… still, that’s entertaining too! Oh, a warning that on top of possible almost sexual content, this one is also full of swearing. Enjoy!**

“Shocking News”

She wanted to fuck him. All right, perhaps not the most polite thought to be having while drinking a beer with the man, but god… Bloody hell. Her mind was not a smut, or a porno. Only Mindshift really knew what went on inside her stubborn skull, but thankfully the psychic shape shifter rarely invaded her brain. She shook her head, short brown hair falling into her face as she tried to clear her mind. It didn’t help that he could drink and drink and never get drunk… But her tolerance was higher than he’d expected. On 6-pack number three he started giving her funny looks.

“Don’t tell me you’re feeling tipsy Logan,” she said, her thick British accent making anything that came out of her mouth sound elegant. With an accompanying quirk of her eyebrows, Amanda Suthers grinned, sitting on the counter in the kitchen of the Visionary’s base. There was a grunt and a shuffle as Logan took his empty can and tossed it in the trash.

“Don’t get cocky woman. I ain’t nowhere near drunk, ain’t never been drunk in ages. So good luck.” He opened the fridge and removed the last beer, frowning heavily. “Fuck. Were outta’ beer. Who the hell stocked the fridge last?” He asked, standing back up and cracking his neck. “Looks like a boring night. Again.” He scratched his arm, and Amanda sighed.

“Why do you even care, Logan? If you can’t get drunk then why bother drinking?” She asked, settling herself more comfortably on the countertop. Back to her… unorthodox thoughts… No, those were far from appropriate. “Your breath might smell better too,” she added in a droll tone. Logan sneered at her.

“Ain’t the worst I've heard. Yer gonna have ta try harder than that ta get me riled into another shoutin’ match.” He said, rummaging around for anything edible. He wasn’t in the mood to argue with the British Bitch.

“If I wanted to argue, I’d talk to Beast. At least with him, I can tell the growls from the actual words. Now there’s a man with a brain.” She retorted, leaning to the side. Logan rolled his eyes.

“Damn, I’m so freakin’ offended. Another intelligence crack. Ya always try that and it ain’t worked yet.”

“It worked the first time…”

“Cuz I thought ya were serious. I’ll prove my intelligence ta anyone once, but not twice.” He looked up at her, sneering again. “Ya can’t beat me in a fight girl, so wipe that look off yer face.”

“You couldn’t debate your way out of a paper bag,”

“An’ you can’t git a date with anyone but a blue fuzz ball, so look what brains got ya.” He said with a dismissive wave, walking towards the living room.

Her mouth dropped, and her eyes flattened. “I thought you were Kurt’s friend,” she said, her voice low. Logan looked back at her, stopping with one arm on the archway. He paused for a moment, and the turned back to the living room. “Guess that means I win, huh?” he said. She scowled.

“It doesn’t count as winning if you had to insult your own friend to win! That’s just bloody sick!” She said, sliding off the counter and stalking after him. He spun, and though he was short, his figure was imposing. Amanda was not intimidated, and towered over him glaring. “You’re just an animal, no loyalty that I can –” Logan lunged forward, growling and pinning her against the wall.

“Don’t you ever call my loyalty in ta question, bitch. I’ve stood by alla these people, fer longer than you ken count. Just cause you can’t see it don’t mean it ain’t there… and baitin’ me into a fight ain’t gonna work.” He said, “I got more self control then you think.” Unfortunately, Amanda wasn’t intimidated at all, so what would have shut up almost everyone else just fueled her anger. She kneed him in the crotch, and he grunted. “Ain’t gonna –”

“Shut up,” she cut him off, her voice sharp. “I wouldn’t be dating Kurt if people like you wouldn’t pussyfoot around! He asked the question first, imagine that! Ironic that the only person around here not intimidated by me is you best friend! And you, acting all tough, but you can’t even ask a woman out.” Logan growled.

“What the hell put such fuckin’ weird ideas in yer little head? Kurt? Listen bitch, I ain’t “intimidated” by ya, I just plain don’t like ya. Yer not the most pleasant person ta be around. Secondly, I don’t ask. I take.” He finished, pushing away and turning back to the living room.

“Then why don’t you take it, if you can. I don’t think you could even if you wanted to. Since I’m so… abhorrent to be around.” She stared at him, hurt, clinging to the countertop. “Go be emo like you always do. Honestly. Drinking alcohol in some desperate attempt to get drunk… to drown emotions you can’t even admit to!”

“Yer irritatin’ cause ya never shut up! How the hell am I s’posed ta get a word in edgewise when ya always cut me off with yer “holier then thou” speeches, huh?” Amanda tossed her head, exasperated.

“Okay, fine. I won’t talk, not a peep. It still won’t achieve anything. Here!” She said, crossing her arms, still leaning against the counter. She stared at him challengingly, blinking. Logan stared back, one eyebrow half quirked. What the hell? What was she expecting him to do?

“Ferget it.” He said, turning away.

“Oh bloody hell!” She yelled, kicking him in the back. Caught off guard, he stumbled forward a step, turning to face her, his hands fists.

“Don’t make me give ya a knuckle sandwich.” He growled.

“No thanks, I’m watching my calories,” she said, eyes narrowing.
“Good, ya need to.”

She swung, an electrified fist colliding with his face. It surged through his skin, and contacted his adamantium skull… generating a full body shock that sent him back several feet.

“Holy fuck girl,” he said, wiping his face with a hand. The burn healed, the deep tissue damage still stinging. He turned to her, eyes narrowed. “You wanna play serious?” He asked, raising his fists, claws extending with a quiet snikt. “Let’s play.” He grunted, bending his knees. Amanda smirked, her hands pulsing with electricity.

“You’re a fool Logan, as usual… guess I’ll just have to use shock therapy to get you to realize it.” He lunged, and she fell backwards onto the kitchen floor, vaulting his body over hers, pulsing electricity through her hands into his chest. He smashed into the trashcan growling ferally, and rolled to his feet.

“Now your stench matches you mouth,” she said curtly. The kitchen was not a big place to fight; there wasn’t anywhere to go this time as Logan pounced again, adjusting so as to not fall for the same trick again. Dodging wasn’t her best skill, and she braced herself as his weight crashed down on top, grabbing his wrists to keep the claws away from her neck. The claws smashed through the linoleum tiles, locking Logan to the floor for the moment.

Amanda snarled, the yellow lightning around her hands crackling against the bare flesh of his wrists. Logan winced, sharing her expression. She raised her knee to jam it repeatedly into his family jewels, when his face suddenly descended to hers, their lips briefly touching. She was immune to the sparks that literally flew between the second circuit their bodies made, but she was not immune to the metaphorical sparks. He pulled away, and she was so startled that her hands returned to normal.

“Well… that was interesting’,” he said. She just stared up with a look of shock, and utterly complete disbelief. Her mouth hung agape. “Not all t’gether as unpleasant as I’d been thinkin’ it would be.” She just stared. He quirked an eyebrow. “Holy shit batman… I think I finally got her to shut up.”

“I… I cannot…” she was turning red, and not necessarily the good color of red. She stumbled through a few more syllables, finally spitting out “The bloody gall!” Logan shrugged.

“Oh well, guess I couldn’t have expected that ta last long.”

“No! Don’t you… what… Just, just say things off-handed like that! You can’t do that!” She blurted out, still staring at him in disbelief. “Get off me you animal!” She yelled, pushing against him. He was quite firmly stuck, and about the only person removing him from the kitchen floor was going to be himself, and on his own terms. He smirked.

“I said I don’t ask.”

“This doesn’t count!!”

“Oh, I think it does,” he said, ripping one hand free from the floor. Boy, the others were going to love the cleanup bill for this one… He’d have to think up a really good story about… aliens. He placed his hand alongside her face, and leaned down for another kiss. His wrists had already nearly finished healing from the first shock, just in time for her to reach up, grab a hold of both, and send thousands of volts coursing through his body once more, using his skeleton as a super-conductive conduit. He grunted, and pulled away again, his eyes glazed for a moment, regeneration taking over once more, shaking his head.

“That is a really, interesting feeling,” he said, grinning down at her. Her look was less confounded, and more suspicious, something lurking in the back of her mind.

boy he just doesn't get the hint does he?

Azreal Cross wrote:boy he just doesn't get the hint does he?

Nope! This one is less cringe-worthy, huh?