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jamjarTitle: cleanliness
Ultimate!marvelverse, Peter Parker/Mary Jane/Logan.
I don't own the universe, the characters or, apparantly, any real sense of shame.
"Hi, I'd like to book a room," she says, putting on her best, most cheerful goodgirl-Mary expression.
The receptionist blinks. It's a narrow reception, small hotel, and the woman has a clear view of where Peter is holding up Wolverine. Mary's stuck the foam finger in his jacket, a Mets cap on his head and as much of his hair tucked into *that* as possible. A can of Labatts took the edge off the green-slime smell, and she's amused as hell that, even when pretty much out of it, Wolverine --Logan-- was still able to make it really clear that domestic was *not* acceptable.
"We're a little full at the moment," the receptionist says. "I'll just see if we have any rooms available." Her smile is so professional, Mary's pretty sure she's reaching for a panic button underneath the desk.
"Thanks!" And calm down, MJ, the cheerleader act... okay, it would explain why she was booking a room with a much older guy, but they were trying *not* to be noticed.
"We have a double available for one night, or there's a suite that's free until--"
"The suite'll be fine!" She lowers her voice and makes her accent just a little more Queens. "Uncle Mike got a little..." she makes a drinking motion, "at the game. We're kind of under instructions to, you know, keep him out of the house until he's in a fit state to be around people." She rolls her eyes, putting every bit of teenage contempt/amusement at *related* adults into it. The woman's expression clears. "Aunty Laura gave me some money in case this happened, so I can..."
"Your uncle can pay tomorrow, when he checks out," the receptionist says. Her smile is a little less bright and a lot more sincere. She hands Mary the key-card and Mary walks back over to help Peter maneuver Logan up to the 5th floor.
They get him into the room without him making much of an attempt at consciousness, and Peter is about to let him fall onto the bed when he stops.
"Peter?"
"He's kind of..." he actually wrinkles his nose and looks at Logan with sympathy. "He's not gonna be happy when he wakes up. Sometimes the heightened senses thing must really *suck*."
"You think we should?" she shrugs and makes a gesture at him.
"Uh, maybe? You don't think it's, y'know, and invasion of privacy or something."
"We took care of him while he was unconscious for three days. I think I saw his *pancreas*. Once that happens, you get a little leeway on the personal intimacy thing." She looks at him and grins. "Besides, you were in his body. It's not like it's gonna be anything you haven't... *seen* before."
Peter blushes. Or actually, most of the time he doesn't, really, *physically* blush. He just projects this, like, *aura* of blushing. It's... and okay, maybe she uses the word cute *a lot* when she's talking about Peter, but it really fits. "MJ, uh, I could do this on my..."
She raises on eyebrow, making it slow and *deliberate* and gives him her best "yeah, right" look. "Like that's gonna happen. I'm keeping you both right where I can see you, buster."
"But..."
"But nothing. Now, help me get his shirt off."
Logan is... not cute. That's really *not* the word to describe him. He's not handsome either, not magazine style, but he's... yeah, he's kind of... really, really *yes*, gets a response on some kind of chromosome-deep level. She'd probably feel maybe a little bad about thinking that in front of Peter, but, well, they *had* that talk. One of the best things about Peter is that, when he told her the big secret, he got out of the habit of keeping any secrets from her.
Peter wrinkles his nose. "This stuff *reeks*," he says.
"It's green slime. I think green slime monsters always smell pretty rank. It's probably in the monster code book."
The shirt comes off and... okay, she hasn't actually seen any body like this in real life. Peter --and she got see him shirtless early on, the *good* side of patching up his injuries-- has muscles, but is still pretty... not skinny, but *lithe*. Lithe is absolutely the right word, because scrawny, or built like a whippet also fits, but doesn't *quite* cover how pretty he is when he *moves*.
Logan is built like a compact, hairy, armoured car. Not quite a tank, but big, solid muscles and... he's probably the most adult man she's ever seen naked outside of TV, that she wasn't actually *related* to. She can't stop looking which is maybe a little off-key when the man's still unconscious, but... it's *at least* half scientific interest.
"This is all familiar to you, huh?" she says, throwing the shirt in the corner and wrinkling her nose. She looks up at Peter's, who's still on the socks. "You had an up^close and personal look at all this before." And she nods at the jeans because he's being deliberately slow.
"It's kind of different seeing it from the outside," he says. "Um." He goes to Logan's jeans, and she lifts his body up a little to help him. His hands are kind of nervous and it reminds her a little of when they first started going out.
The jeans come off and she's completely not surprised to find out that he's not wearing anything underneath.
And really, she should not be staring at the unconscious man so h-- *much*, but...
Different. Not like in the brief glimpses of TV or the sex-ed books at school.
"We should get him in the bath," she says.
Peter lifts Logan into the bath and *this* is why they --or Logan's wallet-- paid for the *good* room. They manage to get him so he's sitting up, head out of the water, and they start trying to clean him up some. It's not quite comfortable- the bath is half-sunken, but she's still leaning over the ledge to get to it, and she's really aware of Peter and Logan and *herself*. Something that makes her feel... she *knows* that feeling, and maybe she's never experienced it in *this* context before, but...
Peter's looking at her. "You, uh, you wanna do that bit or can-- should I?"
"We could both do it together. I mean, if you were okay with that."
"Yes! Absolutely okay, no problem *what*soever, nu-uh."
It makes her smile, and then kind of look at him and go; "But maybe you should do his hair first. Don't want that stuff to set in." He looks disappointed, but she *knows* Peter, and knows that dragging it out makes it better. And also, she doesn't want o have to deal if that stuff does set, because the thought of shaving Logan's head *bald* is just scary.
Peter's hands are-- she wants him to do that to her hair one day, maybe. She's normally kind of neurotic about people touching her hair, but Peter's hands are... it's like watching someone stroke their favourite cat, fingers digging in hard enough to make it purr, and she's so busy watching that that it takes her a moment to realize Logan's eyes aren't entirely *closed*.
He's looking at her, letting her see that he's awake and she's embarrassingly aware that she'd take third runner-up in a wet T-shirt contest right now, but... It's not actually a bad look. A little like the way Peter looks at her sometimes, when hormones and *boyness* overrule his normally pretty well-trained eyes.
Peter isn't actually looking at her until she shifts in her seat and-- yup, that's the look. Different, but something really *basic*, even if Peter's is a little more-- gone. There's a couple of ways she can play it, but the T-shirt's transparent enough that it probably won't make a lot of difference, so she just; "My T-shirt's *soaking*. I'm just gonna..." and takes it off.
And when she looks at them again, Peter's mind has obviously left the building and is orbiting somewhere close to Mir. Logan is-- he hasn't really moved much and his breathing is steady and regular. Breathing it in, she thinks. She wonders what he's smelling- teenage hormones and pheromones and her body-spray, over the generic smell of the hotel shampoo and the less generic smell of green gunk and beer. They've both the same look, even if Peter's is a little more first-sight-of-the-holy grail, staring like he can see through her bra if he just concentrates hard enough. It's not an unreasonable thought; it's a plain grey cotton T-shirt bra, but it's *wet* and she's got two good indicators of where her mind might be right there.
"Peter?"
"*Guh* I mean, yes," and he doesn't quite manage to look up.
"Shouldn't you be doing something right now?" No response. "Like, his hair? You need to rinse out the shampoo."
Peter comes back to himself enough to shake his head and say, "Yeah! Oh, yeah, I'll just..." Goes back to work and she can see him double-take when he realizes Logan is conscious and *smiling*. He's staring at Logan and she can't really read either of their expressions, but Peter shifts slightly and Logan is looking at Peter like he was looking at her. He gets back, digging his fingers in Logan's hair and Logan isn't saying anything, but he's got that smile and that *look* and she knows he knows how much they-- he can probably smell her, smell *Peter*. She's still washing Logan's legs which is kind of unnecessary, but she's not sure if she's ready to move up. She thought she was a moment ago, but--
Peter's rinsing out the shampoo and Logan tilts his head back a bit to help. His neck and shoulders are out of the water, wet and he probably heals too quick for hickeys, but something about that says that maybe he should still get *bitten*. Little nibbles like the kind she'd like to leave on Peter more often.
So she takes a deep, loud breath, which gets Peter's eyes back on her, waits a moment for him to look up and meet hers, then moves her hands *up*.
She can almost hear the sound of Peter's mind going boom. She can *definitely* hear Logan make this little *growl*, which gives her a moment of maybe-I'm-doing-this-wrong, because yeah, she's really not an expert, but it doesn't *feel* like she's doing anything wrong. Maybe she should be a little more--
And then Peter just rushes forward to kiss her, and his hand goes down to meet *hers* and she's happy and relieved because it means Peter is okay with it and Peter should *definitely* know what to do, even if he's not really doing much more then resting his hand on hers and kissing her.
She *loves* kissing Peter, has since the first time. It's good and familiar and it makes it the whole thing more real and harder to think.
His movement sent little waves going around the bath, splashing over the sides. She can *feel* Logan watching them, making more of those little growling sounds and *watching*. It's kind of satisfying, like showing off her boyfriend to someone who obviously gets how *good* Peter is, how cute and hot and *jumpable*. And Logan isn't what she'd have thought of as her type, --her type has been peterpeterpeter since she was old enough to *have* a type-- and she's always thought there was something kind of skeevy about men who lech on teenagers, like, half their age, but normal rules do not apply here because Logan is *deeply* hot. The thought of him with Peter is just-- She has a *lot* of ideas and theoreticals and she's staring to think that she's gonna have the chance to see how workable those are.
She can't stop thinking about what it'd be like to have Logan... She knows the words, but she can't think them, not really, not without her mind joining Peter's wherever *that* is. Logn *feeling her up*... he'd be good at that, she knows, and she thinks... she can imagine him going down on Peter, or Peter going down on him, more clearly than she can imagine either of them doing her. But hands? Oh, she can picture those *clearly*. On her or on each other and they'd probably done a little exploring when they were stuck in each other's bodies.
Then she slips, or Peter does, and they fall into the bath on top of Logan. Peter's still wearing his jeans and T-shirt and she's still got her bra and trousers on, but Logan is *really* naked. Like, mind-blowingly naked. And it's awkward, because hands and elbows and knees are *everywhere*, but Logan grips Peter, holding him stead and she's almost stable, on her hands and knees, above him, legs wedged into the space between Logan and the sides of the bathtub. She and Peter are almost face-to face, smiling because it's funny, and she looks up to se if Logan gets the joke and *stops*, because her breath is just. Can't quite breath. Logan is looking at her over Peter's head, steady and smirking and *challenging*. You sure about this? You think you're up to it?
She's kind of *not*, but she really wants to do it anyway. Her pride's going up because maybe she and Peter are young and inexperienced, but there's two of them and only one of him, and they can do pretty much anything together. And she gets it, why her mom and Peter's aunt were worrying about them, because she knows lust makes you stupid and do stupid, reckless things, but heh. There's an *adult* here, although that probably wouldn't reassure them any.
She moves up, stretching over Peter to kiss Logan, which is really weird for a moment. Weird because he's not like anyone else she's kissed before, and even that's pretty limited. She knew she wanted Peter, wanted to kiss him, to be his girlfriend and to have him be *her* boyfriend for what seems like years now. Pretty much everyone she's ever kissed, really kissed, comes down to Peter.
But Logan is... his mouth and his skin, and he's rougher and sharper and *smoother* which must be where those extra years of experience come in. she doesn't feel quite the same desire to, like, crawl inside his skin , but yeah, to feel his mouth on her *everywhere, that she's got in *spades*. It's also just a little bit familiar, which makes her smirk and bite his lip because she remembers where *that* came from. And Peter... Okay, she realised, but didn't *realise* realise where this would put her breasts in relation to him, but...
okay, Peter, you just, uh, you just keep right on worshipping those. Peter makes her feel like something, some*one* special. Incredible, in every way, and he's... she had warnings from friends like Liz, about guys that just don't get it. "It's not a freaking *steering wheel*! Turn, turn, twist, toot the horn!", But Peter is... yeah, that's just *nice*. Kind of distracting her from Logan's mouth, and she has to take a moment to breath, look down and see Peter's head. A moment of *love*, like something so *much* it's almost painful and then, peripheral vision, she can see Logan's hands moving, taking Peter's and moving them, one on her waist and one going to her hips. She knows where they're going to end up, but they're-- they're not getting there *fast*.
She's still-- oh, poor Peter. His jeans must be *hurting*, but she can't... she really can't do anything about that right now. Can't be expected to. She's having trouble keeping herself up. She's. She should say something. Logan can. Something. "His. Peter, your... *fuck*." She doesn't swear pretty much ever, is only distantly aware that she did and just *slips*. Her legs give way, and she can't get them up. She's kind of fallen against Peter, and his --their-- hand's are cupping her, making her press down. And forget Peter, but *her* trousers need to be... or maybe they don't, because that's the right kind of pressure, and she's just gone, for a second, or a minute or *something* because that's. Hoo boy, that's different then when she does it for herself.
She's just-- wet, and her trousers are sticking to her skin and kind of uncomfortable and yeah, happy place. Her muscles seem to have turned to lime jelly, but right now, that doesn't feel like a bad thing.
Looks down to see Peter looking like he's seen the second coming or something. His mouth is kind of red, and his eyes are dark and he looks a little smug and a lot needy. It's a good look on him. Her boy is *pretty*. She looks up to see if Logan agrees and. Oh.
Logan is *staring* eyes are dark and she can't make out his expression, but the same thing that's making her want to just *pounce* on Peter is making her think that it might be a good idea to grab her sweetie and run for the door. Even if only to see him catch *them*. Thinks about it, about just feeling the adrenaline and then the sudden *weight* on her back. Or watching him catch Peter, push him against a wall or a floor and she will never tell Peter this (or she probably will, someday, to see him blush) but she loves looking at him stuck to a wall or ceiling.
Peter. She wriggles down a bit to kiss him, reassuring for her and maybe a little cruel for *him*, because he's hungry, clinging to her mouth and that's *contagious*, she can feel it spreading to her, and what must this be like for *Logan*. She should... she can afford to be generous. Maybe. Even if she's feeling kind of greedy right now. No, be a good girlfriend, MJ.
"Peter, you--" oh, it kind of hurts to stop kissing him, but... "If you, if you turn around, then I can, I can unzip you and you can--"
He's staring at like maybe he doesn't get it, and then he turns around to face Logan so fast he almost knocks her over, and there's some jostling for position that leaves her kind of kneeling and she manages to unzip him, pull his jeans down a little and...
Logan of the clever hands, and they don't look clever or slow right now, so much as rushed and *necessary*. She hasn't got his jeans all the way off, he's still wearing his T-shirt, but Peter's kissing Logan, and Logan is... She's weirdly *proud* of Peter, because Logan isn't being cool mysterious mutant guy right now. He's got these low, growling sounds, and Peter is-- most of his noises are getting swallowed up and she... maybe she should be doing something, but all she can do is *watch*.
Peter is just freaking *lithe*, and Logan is big and his hands are... maybe what she should be doing is taking notes.
And then Logan *stops* kissing Peter, and she's kind of revising his intelligence because not kissing Peter is *stupid*. but then he's talking and, "Move your legs, kid, a little... yeah."
Oh, and that's... His hand's going... She, okay, she's not dumb and she's read a *lot*, and she's even thought about this some, but... one hand, and one finger, and Peter and Logan just-- rubbing against each other, and Logan giving these short, rough little *commands*. Peter's got his head pressed into Logan's throat and he's blushing so hard, she can see it, red round the back of his throat. Makes her want to press her hand against it, her mouth against it, bite down a little.
"Peter, you look-- you're so freaking *hot*" and could she sound any more dumb cheerleader? But Peter's blushing, and Logan looks pretty smug, and she's got on hand down her trousers, the other in her mouth, biting her hand so hard she's going to leave *toothmarks*. Peter's just-- beautiful and lithe and blushing and awkward and then... oh, she can see his whole body just *stiffen*, like... like nothing else she can think of and then he just makes this *sound* and then he's collapsing onto Logan, messy and sticky and Logan's still moving a little, getting Peter's hand and doings something she can't see but can make a pretty good guess about. Logan's head goes back so fast she winces at the sound of it hitting the side of the tub
Peter is... heh, it's kind of amusing, but Peter is just... not quite asleep, but yeah, not quite there either. He's really, really pretty in a way that makes her feel kind of pervy, but in the *good* sense. Wet t-shirt that's ridden up a little and red marks on his hips where Logan was holding him. Her trousers are uncomfortable and the water is really *not* good, and she's not done. She wants more before she has time to have to think about this, so she stands up and switches on the shower.
Peter gives a shriek that is, frankly, kind of girly. She pulls him up to his feet and he's looking... still a little gone, but also a little nervous. She smiles at him, because she can't *not*, and his mouth is just... She's got her hand up, touching his neck his cheek. It's red and *stubble burn* she thinks.
She's about to kiss him, but he kisses her first, sweet and good. He knows what's good for her, what makes her want to curl up on him, both hands on her waist, shower getting him clean of, well, *him* and Logan.
God, he looks good wet.
"Very pretty, kids. Wanna move so I can get up?" Dry and amused and she jumps and feels Peter do the same, and she can't help looking down and checking, and doesn't she she should have to. After you've let your boyfriend get someone off, after he helped your boyfriend do the same for you, you should be okay to look and see if he's...
Um. Refractory period is not, apparently, an issue.
She can feel herself blushing which is *not* a good look on her. She's a redhead, pink *clashes*, it doesn't make her look jumpable like it does Peter.
Peter maybe disagrees, though, because he's giving her *that* smile. The one that's like he can't stop, like he's just so happy, seeing her makes him so happy, that his mouth just curves up of it's own volition.
"Love you, MJ," he says, and *damn*, because he didn't need to say it, she knows it, she *always* knows it, but it's making her blush even more and he's just so *sweet*, dammit. She can feel Logan's amusement, but when she looks at him there's something more, like... envy, maybe? or... something, but it's gone before she can think about it.
She steps out of the bath. It's actually cold now and she takes off her bra completely and drops it, steps out of her trousers and panties without thinking because they're wet, and then she sees Peter and Logan. Peter is probably thanking every god he's ever read about, heard about, or seen on Xena or Buffy, and Logan looks pretty appreciative too, which, okay, is kind of gratifying. Logan must have seen a *lot* of women naked, and Peter said *enough* about Logan's ex-wife for her to get an idea, so... yeah, it means something.
It's also a reminder that Logan is really naked --is, actually, the nakedest man she's ever met-- and there's a reminder that she should *breathe*.
She gets a towel, wraps it around herself and tucks the end in so it can stay up. God her *clothes*, and Peter's must be even worse. She's going to say something, but Logan beats her to it. Gives Peter a little shove, picks his T-shirt and says, "You need to get outta these," and his *voice*.
Peter's eyes go *wide*, which is kind of funny after everything that's happened, but he does what he's told, blushing a little and not looking at either of them. She can't stop looking at his hands. They were on her and on Logan and they're just... good hands, not as big as Logan's, but nimble and quick and clever.
He picks up a towel and looks kind of uncertain about what he should do with it, starts drying himself off, then wraps it round his waist. They both go to look at Logan (really naked Logan) who raises one eyebrow. "I think we're outta towels."
"I'm gonna..." she says, kind of gesturing out of the bathroom.
"I'll go with you," Peter says really quickly.
They go out into the main room, and she heads over to her bag. Peter follows her and she doesn't look at him, but she's really *aware* when she pulls out the condoms. "So. Um. I was."
Peter... isn't looking at her like she's a total freak or a big ho with strange sexual fantasies. That's good. That's something. "See, I was thinking, we could... but, um, I'd also really like to see you..." Deep breath, MJ, if you want him to do it, you should at least be able to say it. "It was really good, seeing you on him before. When he was-- when you were..." She's blushing again, and actually, looking down at the condoms is amazingly *better* than trying to look at Peter, and then his hand is on her shoulder, moving to the back of her neck, reassuring and *him*. "It was... I liked it. Well, obviously, I mean, you saw, but. You could..." she turns to look at him and, "Oh, Peter, your *mouth*." Touches it with her fingers and it's red and it looks like after they've been making out in the basement. He's looking at her and his eyes are *dark*.
She's kissing him and she's walking backward to the bed, pulling along by his towel. They've never been this naked around each other, but the kissing is familiar and good, and if there's a whole other edge of *appetite* to it, that's okay, that's not bad at all. Rolling around on the bed with Peter is just good and right and she... she wants to be able to do like Logan did, whisper to him and growl out little orders and suggestions. She's going to have to work on that.
Peter's towel comes undone first. It shouldn't be so *difficult* to actually *touch him*, but it kind of is, and it's kind of necessary. Like, she couldn't stop herself from doing it, and Peter... she might not have Logan -or even *Peter's* practise at this- but she's doing something right.
She doesn't see Logan come in until he's standing right by the bed, looking at them. Peter notices first and pushes her back a little. Logan's expression is appreciative, and-- there's that hint of something else. Peter's looking at him and frowning, then "You were expecting us to leave," he says.
Logan doesn't say anything.
"We don't have any other *clothes*," Peter says. "Like, none that aren't... that couldn't get us *arrested* for wearing them."
"...Speaking of getting arrested, how old are you again?"
"...That's so not the point. We were--" Peter gets up on his knees, and MJ is glad because she didn't want to have to push him. He's looking Logan in the eye and he licks his lips and Logan's eyes just follow the movement. She's not the only one who's thought about it. Peter's expression is... a little nervous, but mostly concentrating, like when he's looking at some science problem, trying to come up with a plan of attack.
Logan's hands go up to his hair. Kind of-- stroke it, then curl around his skull. Peter *shivers*. MJ has to get up, find a better angle to look at this. Peter opens his mouth and his tongue just darts out, really quickly. It almost doesn't seem like enough of an action for Logan's *reaction*. Peter shifts around a little, puts one hand on Logan's hip for balance, opens his mouth a little more and...
Oh, she's never going to be to watch him eat ice-cream in public again. Peter's just working it, and Logan's hands shifting on Peter's head, tangling in his hair, like he wants to grab it and is just managing to hold back. Peter's other hand is in his own lap, and... MJ decides that she needs to see Peter doing that to himself again in the future, his own hand around himself, thumb moving over the head and she's *staring* again, but it's *worth* the look. She can see Peter's whole body move every time he takes Logan in. The movements are getting rougher, and Logan's fingers are tightening in Peter's hair, *holding* him. Peter's hand is... maybe he shouldn't be doing two things at once. Maybe she can help him.
She crawls around until she's sitting behind him, takes his hand off his own... his own *dick*, puts it to Logan's hip so he's ot both hands bracing himself, then finds a good position, sitting kind of next to him, puts her hand where his was and... gets to work. He's really *hot*, and the feel is different, and she can smell him and Logan. She can smell *herself*. And she could...
Just bend down a little and just put her own mouth on him and...
...And back up quickly, because Peter is coming, and that's just... messy and kind of *bitter* and she's almost *disappointed*. Peter got to have a longer go. She didn't even have a chance to figure out what to *do*.
She straightens up and sees Logan coming. Peter's throat's moving, and he's swallowing, doing a better job than she did, but in all fairness, he got more warning.
Logan's fingers are tangled in Peter's hair and she's worried, just for a moment, about his claws. How much control does he have over those? Then he lets go and Peter kind of falls back on the bed and she does the same.
Logan's looking at her. He moves around the bed, slowly, still looking at her. Peter props himself up on his elbows to watch Logan watching her. Logan puts his hands on her legs, just above the knee and--
There's a moment when she wants to say something, maybe "yes, thank god!" or "what are you going to do" or "the condoms are by the bed," but Logan's pushing her legs apart, moving his hands up her thighs and his mouth. His *mouth*.
She wasn't ready for this *before* and she's not sure she's ready *now*, but she's pretty much too busy *moaning* to say any actual words. She hopes Peter's taking notes and marymotherof-- he's got his tongue on her, and his fingers coming up and she's just-- she can't--
thankyougodpetermorenowsomethingsomethingsomething *yes*
...
...
She's... Thoughts. Somewhere.
There are thought somewhere and she should maybe make the effort to gather them.
... in a bit.
end.
Ultimate!marvelverse, Peter Parker/Mary Jane/Logan.
I don't own the universe, the characters or, apparantly, any real sense of shame.
"Hi, I'd like to book a room," she says, putting on her best, most cheerful goodgirl-Mary expression.
The receptionist blinks. It's a narrow reception, small hotel, and the woman has a clear view of where Peter is holding up Wolverine. Mary's stuck the foam finger in his jacket, a Mets cap on his head and as much of his hair tucked into *that* as possible. A can of Labatts took the edge off the green-slime smell, and she's amused as hell that, even when pretty much out of it, Wolverine --Logan-- was still able to make it really clear that domestic was *not* acceptable.
"We're a little full at the moment," the receptionist says. "I'll just see if we have any rooms available." Her smile is so professional, Mary's pretty sure she's reaching for a panic button underneath the desk.
"Thanks!" And calm down, MJ, the cheerleader act... okay, it would explain why she was booking a room with a much older guy, but they were trying *not* to be noticed.
"We have a double available for one night, or there's a suite that's free until--"
"The suite'll be fine!" She lowers her voice and makes her accent just a little more Queens. "Uncle Mike got a little..." she makes a drinking motion, "at the game. We're kind of under instructions to, you know, keep him out of the house until he's in a fit state to be around people." She rolls her eyes, putting every bit of teenage contempt/amusement at *related* adults into it. The woman's expression clears. "Aunty Laura gave me some money in case this happened, so I can..."
"Your uncle can pay tomorrow, when he checks out," the receptionist says. Her smile is a little less bright and a lot more sincere. She hands Mary the key-card and Mary walks back over to help Peter maneuver Logan up to the 5th floor.
They get him into the room without him making much of an attempt at consciousness, and Peter is about to let him fall onto the bed when he stops.
"Peter?"
"He's kind of..." he actually wrinkles his nose and looks at Logan with sympathy. "He's not gonna be happy when he wakes up. Sometimes the heightened senses thing must really *suck*."
"You think we should?" she shrugs and makes a gesture at him.
"Uh, maybe? You don't think it's, y'know, and invasion of privacy or something."
"We took care of him while he was unconscious for three days. I think I saw his *pancreas*. Once that happens, you get a little leeway on the personal intimacy thing." She looks at him and grins. "Besides, you were in his body. It's not like it's gonna be anything you haven't... *seen* before."
Peter blushes. Or actually, most of the time he doesn't, really, *physically* blush. He just projects this, like, *aura* of blushing. It's... and okay, maybe she uses the word cute *a lot* when she's talking about Peter, but it really fits. "MJ, uh, I could do this on my..."
She raises on eyebrow, making it slow and *deliberate* and gives him her best "yeah, right" look. "Like that's gonna happen. I'm keeping you both right where I can see you, buster."
"But..."
"But nothing. Now, help me get his shirt off."
Logan is... not cute. That's really *not* the word to describe him. He's not handsome either, not magazine style, but he's... yeah, he's kind of... really, really *yes*, gets a response on some kind of chromosome-deep level. She'd probably feel maybe a little bad about thinking that in front of Peter, but, well, they *had* that talk. One of the best things about Peter is that, when he told her the big secret, he got out of the habit of keeping any secrets from her.
Peter wrinkles his nose. "This stuff *reeks*," he says.
"It's green slime. I think green slime monsters always smell pretty rank. It's probably in the monster code book."
The shirt comes off and... okay, she hasn't actually seen any body like this in real life. Peter --and she got see him shirtless early on, the *good* side of patching up his injuries-- has muscles, but is still pretty... not skinny, but *lithe*. Lithe is absolutely the right word, because scrawny, or built like a whippet also fits, but doesn't *quite* cover how pretty he is when he *moves*.
Logan is built like a compact, hairy, armoured car. Not quite a tank, but big, solid muscles and... he's probably the most adult man she's ever seen naked outside of TV, that she wasn't actually *related* to. She can't stop looking which is maybe a little off-key when the man's still unconscious, but... it's *at least* half scientific interest.
"This is all familiar to you, huh?" she says, throwing the shirt in the corner and wrinkling her nose. She looks up at Peter's, who's still on the socks. "You had an up^close and personal look at all this before." And she nods at the jeans because he's being deliberately slow.
"It's kind of different seeing it from the outside," he says. "Um." He goes to Logan's jeans, and she lifts his body up a little to help him. His hands are kind of nervous and it reminds her a little of when they first started going out.
The jeans come off and she's completely not surprised to find out that he's not wearing anything underneath.
And really, she should not be staring at the unconscious man so h-- *much*, but...
Different. Not like in the brief glimpses of TV or the sex-ed books at school.
"We should get him in the bath," she says.
Peter lifts Logan into the bath and *this* is why they --or Logan's wallet-- paid for the *good* room. They manage to get him so he's sitting up, head out of the water, and they start trying to clean him up some. It's not quite comfortable- the bath is half-sunken, but she's still leaning over the ledge to get to it, and she's really aware of Peter and Logan and *herself*. Something that makes her feel... she *knows* that feeling, and maybe she's never experienced it in *this* context before, but...
Peter's looking at her. "You, uh, you wanna do that bit or can-- should I?"
"We could both do it together. I mean, if you were okay with that."
"Yes! Absolutely okay, no problem *what*soever, nu-uh."
It makes her smile, and then kind of look at him and go; "But maybe you should do his hair first. Don't want that stuff to set in." He looks disappointed, but she *knows* Peter, and knows that dragging it out makes it better. And also, she doesn't want o have to deal if that stuff does set, because the thought of shaving Logan's head *bald* is just scary.
Peter's hands are-- she wants him to do that to her hair one day, maybe. She's normally kind of neurotic about people touching her hair, but Peter's hands are... it's like watching someone stroke their favourite cat, fingers digging in hard enough to make it purr, and she's so busy watching that that it takes her a moment to realize Logan's eyes aren't entirely *closed*.
He's looking at her, letting her see that he's awake and she's embarrassingly aware that she'd take third runner-up in a wet T-shirt contest right now, but... It's not actually a bad look. A little like the way Peter looks at her sometimes, when hormones and *boyness* overrule his normally pretty well-trained eyes.
Peter isn't actually looking at her until she shifts in her seat and-- yup, that's the look. Different, but something really *basic*, even if Peter's is a little more-- gone. There's a couple of ways she can play it, but the T-shirt's transparent enough that it probably won't make a lot of difference, so she just; "My T-shirt's *soaking*. I'm just gonna..." and takes it off.
And when she looks at them again, Peter's mind has obviously left the building and is orbiting somewhere close to Mir. Logan is-- he hasn't really moved much and his breathing is steady and regular. Breathing it in, she thinks. She wonders what he's smelling- teenage hormones and pheromones and her body-spray, over the generic smell of the hotel shampoo and the less generic smell of green gunk and beer. They've both the same look, even if Peter's is a little more first-sight-of-the-holy grail, staring like he can see through her bra if he just concentrates hard enough. It's not an unreasonable thought; it's a plain grey cotton T-shirt bra, but it's *wet* and she's got two good indicators of where her mind might be right there.
"Peter?"
"*Guh* I mean, yes," and he doesn't quite manage to look up.
"Shouldn't you be doing something right now?" No response. "Like, his hair? You need to rinse out the shampoo."
Peter comes back to himself enough to shake his head and say, "Yeah! Oh, yeah, I'll just..." Goes back to work and she can see him double-take when he realizes Logan is conscious and *smiling*. He's staring at Logan and she can't really read either of their expressions, but Peter shifts slightly and Logan is looking at Peter like he was looking at her. He gets back, digging his fingers in Logan's hair and Logan isn't saying anything, but he's got that smile and that *look* and she knows he knows how much they-- he can probably smell her, smell *Peter*. She's still washing Logan's legs which is kind of unnecessary, but she's not sure if she's ready to move up. She thought she was a moment ago, but--
Peter's rinsing out the shampoo and Logan tilts his head back a bit to help. His neck and shoulders are out of the water, wet and he probably heals too quick for hickeys, but something about that says that maybe he should still get *bitten*. Little nibbles like the kind she'd like to leave on Peter more often.
So she takes a deep, loud breath, which gets Peter's eyes back on her, waits a moment for him to look up and meet hers, then moves her hands *up*.
She can almost hear the sound of Peter's mind going boom. She can *definitely* hear Logan make this little *growl*, which gives her a moment of maybe-I'm-doing-this-wrong, because yeah, she's really not an expert, but it doesn't *feel* like she's doing anything wrong. Maybe she should be a little more--
And then Peter just rushes forward to kiss her, and his hand goes down to meet *hers* and she's happy and relieved because it means Peter is okay with it and Peter should *definitely* know what to do, even if he's not really doing much more then resting his hand on hers and kissing her.
She *loves* kissing Peter, has since the first time. It's good and familiar and it makes it the whole thing more real and harder to think.
His movement sent little waves going around the bath, splashing over the sides. She can *feel* Logan watching them, making more of those little growling sounds and *watching*. It's kind of satisfying, like showing off her boyfriend to someone who obviously gets how *good* Peter is, how cute and hot and *jumpable*. And Logan isn't what she'd have thought of as her type, --her type has been peterpeterpeter since she was old enough to *have* a type-- and she's always thought there was something kind of skeevy about men who lech on teenagers, like, half their age, but normal rules do not apply here because Logan is *deeply* hot. The thought of him with Peter is just-- She has a *lot* of ideas and theoreticals and she's staring to think that she's gonna have the chance to see how workable those are.
She can't stop thinking about what it'd be like to have Logan... She knows the words, but she can't think them, not really, not without her mind joining Peter's wherever *that* is. Logn *feeling her up*... he'd be good at that, she knows, and she thinks... she can imagine him going down on Peter, or Peter going down on him, more clearly than she can imagine either of them doing her. But hands? Oh, she can picture those *clearly*. On her or on each other and they'd probably done a little exploring when they were stuck in each other's bodies.
Then she slips, or Peter does, and they fall into the bath on top of Logan. Peter's still wearing his jeans and T-shirt and she's still got her bra and trousers on, but Logan is *really* naked. Like, mind-blowingly naked. And it's awkward, because hands and elbows and knees are *everywhere*, but Logan grips Peter, holding him stead and she's almost stable, on her hands and knees, above him, legs wedged into the space between Logan and the sides of the bathtub. She and Peter are almost face-to face, smiling because it's funny, and she looks up to se if Logan gets the joke and *stops*, because her breath is just. Can't quite breath. Logan is looking at her over Peter's head, steady and smirking and *challenging*. You sure about this? You think you're up to it?
She's kind of *not*, but she really wants to do it anyway. Her pride's going up because maybe she and Peter are young and inexperienced, but there's two of them and only one of him, and they can do pretty much anything together. And she gets it, why her mom and Peter's aunt were worrying about them, because she knows lust makes you stupid and do stupid, reckless things, but heh. There's an *adult* here, although that probably wouldn't reassure them any.
She moves up, stretching over Peter to kiss Logan, which is really weird for a moment. Weird because he's not like anyone else she's kissed before, and even that's pretty limited. She knew she wanted Peter, wanted to kiss him, to be his girlfriend and to have him be *her* boyfriend for what seems like years now. Pretty much everyone she's ever kissed, really kissed, comes down to Peter.
But Logan is... his mouth and his skin, and he's rougher and sharper and *smoother* which must be where those extra years of experience come in. she doesn't feel quite the same desire to, like, crawl inside his skin , but yeah, to feel his mouth on her *everywhere, that she's got in *spades*. It's also just a little bit familiar, which makes her smirk and bite his lip because she remembers where *that* came from. And Peter... Okay, she realised, but didn't *realise* realise where this would put her breasts in relation to him, but...
okay, Peter, you just, uh, you just keep right on worshipping those. Peter makes her feel like something, some*one* special. Incredible, in every way, and he's... she had warnings from friends like Liz, about guys that just don't get it. "It's not a freaking *steering wheel*! Turn, turn, twist, toot the horn!", But Peter is... yeah, that's just *nice*. Kind of distracting her from Logan's mouth, and she has to take a moment to breath, look down and see Peter's head. A moment of *love*, like something so *much* it's almost painful and then, peripheral vision, she can see Logan's hands moving, taking Peter's and moving them, one on her waist and one going to her hips. She knows where they're going to end up, but they're-- they're not getting there *fast*.
She's still-- oh, poor Peter. His jeans must be *hurting*, but she can't... she really can't do anything about that right now. Can't be expected to. She's having trouble keeping herself up. She's. She should say something. Logan can. Something. "His. Peter, your... *fuck*." She doesn't swear pretty much ever, is only distantly aware that she did and just *slips*. Her legs give way, and she can't get them up. She's kind of fallen against Peter, and his --their-- hand's are cupping her, making her press down. And forget Peter, but *her* trousers need to be... or maybe they don't, because that's the right kind of pressure, and she's just gone, for a second, or a minute or *something* because that's. Hoo boy, that's different then when she does it for herself.
She's just-- wet, and her trousers are sticking to her skin and kind of uncomfortable and yeah, happy place. Her muscles seem to have turned to lime jelly, but right now, that doesn't feel like a bad thing.
Looks down to see Peter looking like he's seen the second coming or something. His mouth is kind of red, and his eyes are dark and he looks a little smug and a lot needy. It's a good look on him. Her boy is *pretty*. She looks up to see if Logan agrees and. Oh.
Logan is *staring* eyes are dark and she can't make out his expression, but the same thing that's making her want to just *pounce* on Peter is making her think that it might be a good idea to grab her sweetie and run for the door. Even if only to see him catch *them*. Thinks about it, about just feeling the adrenaline and then the sudden *weight* on her back. Or watching him catch Peter, push him against a wall or a floor and she will never tell Peter this (or she probably will, someday, to see him blush) but she loves looking at him stuck to a wall or ceiling.
Peter. She wriggles down a bit to kiss him, reassuring for her and maybe a little cruel for *him*, because he's hungry, clinging to her mouth and that's *contagious*, she can feel it spreading to her, and what must this be like for *Logan*. She should... she can afford to be generous. Maybe. Even if she's feeling kind of greedy right now. No, be a good girlfriend, MJ.
"Peter, you--" oh, it kind of hurts to stop kissing him, but... "If you, if you turn around, then I can, I can unzip you and you can--"
He's staring at like maybe he doesn't get it, and then he turns around to face Logan so fast he almost knocks her over, and there's some jostling for position that leaves her kind of kneeling and she manages to unzip him, pull his jeans down a little and...
Logan of the clever hands, and they don't look clever or slow right now, so much as rushed and *necessary*. She hasn't got his jeans all the way off, he's still wearing his T-shirt, but Peter's kissing Logan, and Logan is... She's weirdly *proud* of Peter, because Logan isn't being cool mysterious mutant guy right now. He's got these low, growling sounds, and Peter is-- most of his noises are getting swallowed up and she... maybe she should be doing something, but all she can do is *watch*.
Peter is just freaking *lithe*, and Logan is big and his hands are... maybe what she should be doing is taking notes.
And then Logan *stops* kissing Peter, and she's kind of revising his intelligence because not kissing Peter is *stupid*. but then he's talking and, "Move your legs, kid, a little... yeah."
Oh, and that's... His hand's going... She, okay, she's not dumb and she's read a *lot*, and she's even thought about this some, but... one hand, and one finger, and Peter and Logan just-- rubbing against each other, and Logan giving these short, rough little *commands*. Peter's got his head pressed into Logan's throat and he's blushing so hard, she can see it, red round the back of his throat. Makes her want to press her hand against it, her mouth against it, bite down a little.
"Peter, you look-- you're so freaking *hot*" and could she sound any more dumb cheerleader? But Peter's blushing, and Logan looks pretty smug, and she's got on hand down her trousers, the other in her mouth, biting her hand so hard she's going to leave *toothmarks*. Peter's just-- beautiful and lithe and blushing and awkward and then... oh, she can see his whole body just *stiffen*, like... like nothing else she can think of and then he just makes this *sound* and then he's collapsing onto Logan, messy and sticky and Logan's still moving a little, getting Peter's hand and doings something she can't see but can make a pretty good guess about. Logan's head goes back so fast she winces at the sound of it hitting the side of the tub
Peter is... heh, it's kind of amusing, but Peter is just... not quite asleep, but yeah, not quite there either. He's really, really pretty in a way that makes her feel kind of pervy, but in the *good* sense. Wet t-shirt that's ridden up a little and red marks on his hips where Logan was holding him. Her trousers are uncomfortable and the water is really *not* good, and she's not done. She wants more before she has time to have to think about this, so she stands up and switches on the shower.
Peter gives a shriek that is, frankly, kind of girly. She pulls him up to his feet and he's looking... still a little gone, but also a little nervous. She smiles at him, because she can't *not*, and his mouth is just... She's got her hand up, touching his neck his cheek. It's red and *stubble burn* she thinks.
She's about to kiss him, but he kisses her first, sweet and good. He knows what's good for her, what makes her want to curl up on him, both hands on her waist, shower getting him clean of, well, *him* and Logan.
God, he looks good wet.
"Very pretty, kids. Wanna move so I can get up?" Dry and amused and she jumps and feels Peter do the same, and she can't help looking down and checking, and doesn't she she should have to. After you've let your boyfriend get someone off, after he helped your boyfriend do the same for you, you should be okay to look and see if he's...
Um. Refractory period is not, apparently, an issue.
She can feel herself blushing which is *not* a good look on her. She's a redhead, pink *clashes*, it doesn't make her look jumpable like it does Peter.
Peter maybe disagrees, though, because he's giving her *that* smile. The one that's like he can't stop, like he's just so happy, seeing her makes him so happy, that his mouth just curves up of it's own volition.
"Love you, MJ," he says, and *damn*, because he didn't need to say it, she knows it, she *always* knows it, but it's making her blush even more and he's just so *sweet*, dammit. She can feel Logan's amusement, but when she looks at him there's something more, like... envy, maybe? or... something, but it's gone before she can think about it.
She steps out of the bath. It's actually cold now and she takes off her bra completely and drops it, steps out of her trousers and panties without thinking because they're wet, and then she sees Peter and Logan. Peter is probably thanking every god he's ever read about, heard about, or seen on Xena or Buffy, and Logan looks pretty appreciative too, which, okay, is kind of gratifying. Logan must have seen a *lot* of women naked, and Peter said *enough* about Logan's ex-wife for her to get an idea, so... yeah, it means something.
It's also a reminder that Logan is really naked --is, actually, the nakedest man she's ever met-- and there's a reminder that she should *breathe*.
She gets a towel, wraps it around herself and tucks the end in so it can stay up. God her *clothes*, and Peter's must be even worse. She's going to say something, but Logan beats her to it. Gives Peter a little shove, picks his T-shirt and says, "You need to get outta these," and his *voice*.
Peter's eyes go *wide*, which is kind of funny after everything that's happened, but he does what he's told, blushing a little and not looking at either of them. She can't stop looking at his hands. They were on her and on Logan and they're just... good hands, not as big as Logan's, but nimble and quick and clever.
He picks up a towel and looks kind of uncertain about what he should do with it, starts drying himself off, then wraps it round his waist. They both go to look at Logan (really naked Logan) who raises one eyebrow. "I think we're outta towels."
"I'm gonna..." she says, kind of gesturing out of the bathroom.
"I'll go with you," Peter says really quickly.
They go out into the main room, and she heads over to her bag. Peter follows her and she doesn't look at him, but she's really *aware* when she pulls out the condoms. "So. Um. I was."
Peter... isn't looking at her like she's a total freak or a big ho with strange sexual fantasies. That's good. That's something. "See, I was thinking, we could... but, um, I'd also really like to see you..." Deep breath, MJ, if you want him to do it, you should at least be able to say it. "It was really good, seeing you on him before. When he was-- when you were..." She's blushing again, and actually, looking down at the condoms is amazingly *better* than trying to look at Peter, and then his hand is on her shoulder, moving to the back of her neck, reassuring and *him*. "It was... I liked it. Well, obviously, I mean, you saw, but. You could..." she turns to look at him and, "Oh, Peter, your *mouth*." Touches it with her fingers and it's red and it looks like after they've been making out in the basement. He's looking at her and his eyes are *dark*.
She's kissing him and she's walking backward to the bed, pulling along by his towel. They've never been this naked around each other, but the kissing is familiar and good, and if there's a whole other edge of *appetite* to it, that's okay, that's not bad at all. Rolling around on the bed with Peter is just good and right and she... she wants to be able to do like Logan did, whisper to him and growl out little orders and suggestions. She's going to have to work on that.
Peter's towel comes undone first. It shouldn't be so *difficult* to actually *touch him*, but it kind of is, and it's kind of necessary. Like, she couldn't stop herself from doing it, and Peter... she might not have Logan -or even *Peter's* practise at this- but she's doing something right.
She doesn't see Logan come in until he's standing right by the bed, looking at them. Peter notices first and pushes her back a little. Logan's expression is appreciative, and-- there's that hint of something else. Peter's looking at him and frowning, then "You were expecting us to leave," he says.
Logan doesn't say anything.
"We don't have any other *clothes*," Peter says. "Like, none that aren't... that couldn't get us *arrested* for wearing them."
"...Speaking of getting arrested, how old are you again?"
"...That's so not the point. We were--" Peter gets up on his knees, and MJ is glad because she didn't want to have to push him. He's looking Logan in the eye and he licks his lips and Logan's eyes just follow the movement. She's not the only one who's thought about it. Peter's expression is... a little nervous, but mostly concentrating, like when he's looking at some science problem, trying to come up with a plan of attack.
Logan's hands go up to his hair. Kind of-- stroke it, then curl around his skull. Peter *shivers*. MJ has to get up, find a better angle to look at this. Peter opens his mouth and his tongue just darts out, really quickly. It almost doesn't seem like enough of an action for Logan's *reaction*. Peter shifts around a little, puts one hand on Logan's hip for balance, opens his mouth a little more and...
Oh, she's never going to be to watch him eat ice-cream in public again. Peter's just working it, and Logan's hands shifting on Peter's head, tangling in his hair, like he wants to grab it and is just managing to hold back. Peter's other hand is in his own lap, and... MJ decides that she needs to see Peter doing that to himself again in the future, his own hand around himself, thumb moving over the head and she's *staring* again, but it's *worth* the look. She can see Peter's whole body move every time he takes Logan in. The movements are getting rougher, and Logan's fingers are tightening in Peter's hair, *holding* him. Peter's hand is... maybe he shouldn't be doing two things at once. Maybe she can help him.
She crawls around until she's sitting behind him, takes his hand off his own... his own *dick*, puts it to Logan's hip so he's ot both hands bracing himself, then finds a good position, sitting kind of next to him, puts her hand where his was and... gets to work. He's really *hot*, and the feel is different, and she can smell him and Logan. She can smell *herself*. And she could...
Just bend down a little and just put her own mouth on him and...
...And back up quickly, because Peter is coming, and that's just... messy and kind of *bitter* and she's almost *disappointed*. Peter got to have a longer go. She didn't even have a chance to figure out what to *do*.
She straightens up and sees Logan coming. Peter's throat's moving, and he's swallowing, doing a better job than she did, but in all fairness, he got more warning.
Logan's fingers are tangled in Peter's hair and she's worried, just for a moment, about his claws. How much control does he have over those? Then he lets go and Peter kind of falls back on the bed and she does the same.
Logan's looking at her. He moves around the bed, slowly, still looking at her. Peter props himself up on his elbows to watch Logan watching her. Logan puts his hands on her legs, just above the knee and--
There's a moment when she wants to say something, maybe "yes, thank god!" or "what are you going to do" or "the condoms are by the bed," but Logan's pushing her legs apart, moving his hands up her thighs and his mouth. His *mouth*.
She wasn't ready for this *before* and she's not sure she's ready *now*, but she's pretty much too busy *moaning* to say any actual words. She hopes Peter's taking notes and marymotherof-- he's got his tongue on her, and his fingers coming up and she's just-- she can't--
thankyougodpetermorenowsomethingsomethingsomething *yes*
...
...
She's... Thoughts. Somewhere.
There are thought somewhere and she should maybe make the effort to gather them.
... in a bit.
end.
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Date: 2005-01-18 03:37 am (UTC)Re: Fans self
Date: 2005-01-18 04:50 am (UTC)You should *never* forget how fun angst-free porn is. Thanks for the feedback-- since Peter's brain was pretty much "!!!" for most of the fic, I figured it was probably best *not* to try writing it from his POV.
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Date: 2005-01-18 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-18 03:38 am (UTC)wooooooooooooooooooooooooooot. I'm so glad this exists. *snugs you* Luckiest Mary Jane ever!!
(You have a repeated typo-- "quiet" for "quite," twice-- I mean, it's chatporn so who cares, but just sayin'.)
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Date: 2005-01-18 04:46 am (UTC)HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOU!
Date: 2005-01-18 05:48 am (UTC)Seriously, I love this. The self-conscious (but so much more together than Peter about this, you can just tell) MJ pov, the Logan not-quite-angst, the happy, the Uncle Mike story and how the woman relaxed (if only she knew), the finger, the learning-to-touch each other ... *incoherent squee noises*
Thank you from the bottom of my Peter/MJ/Logan-loving heart (it's also a 616 Peter/MJ/[someone else] loving heart, but that's neither here nor there).
P.S. You may be amused to hear how excited Livia was when she linked me to this over AIM.
P.P.S. This fic aside, you seem cool. Mind if I friend?
Re: HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOU!
Date: 2005-01-18 09:31 am (UTC)Peter/Logan rocks, and Peter/MJ rocks and is *canon*, so, yeah...
also we have evidence for Logan leching on MJ! this *fandom* rocks.
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Date: 2005-01-18 03:45 pm (UTC)Re: HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOU!
Date: 2005-01-18 09:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-18 06:56 am (UTC)Just.....
Yay MJ/Peter/Logan, especially Peter/Logan :D
Btw Ice-Dream?
Oh, she's never going to be to watch him eat ice-dream in public again.
Typo or a phallic shaped frozen desert I'm unaware of?
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Date: 2005-01-18 09:17 am (UTC)Oh, she's never going to be to watch him eat ice-dream in public again.
Typo or a phallic shaped frozen desert I'm unaware of?
Typo, but I really wish it was the other. That'd be so *cool*.
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Date: 2005-01-18 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-18 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-18 08:36 pm (UTC)cheese'n'rice
Date: 2005-01-18 02:27 pm (UTC)Re: cheese'n'rice
Date: 2005-01-18 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-22 11:13 am (UTC)This was /wonderful/. Your MJ voice rocks my socks, as does everything else about this. I really especially love that it was incredibly hot without being incredibly explicit (that MJ had to make herself think of a dick as a dick though she just fell into a threesome without much angst is adorable).
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Date: 2005-02-13 11:10 pm (UTC)MJ just rocks my socks generally. I <3 Ultimate!MJ
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Date: 2005-01-22 02:06 pm (UTC)Okay, friending you now.
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Date: 2005-01-22 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-22 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-22 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-25 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-25 08:10 am (UTC)yeah, that was pretty much my thinking when making the POV choice. *g*
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Date: 2005-02-13 07:00 pm (UTC)If you feel like writing a sequel, I certainly won't complain. :)
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Date: 2005-02-13 11:09 pm (UTC)No plans for a sequel at the moment, I'm afraid.
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Date: 2005-03-10 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-10 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-17 09:52 pm (UTC)*fans self*
*fangirls you*
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Date: 2005-03-17 09:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-01 01:27 am (UTC)I think I spotted a couple more typos lurking somewhere in there, but just at the moment I'm a bit too incoherent to find them again. I'll try again later, assuming my brain can stop saying only "oh, hotness...
Wow, this is wonderful. Thanks so much for writing it!
Gaaaaah, threesomes/i>...
Wow.
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Date: 2005-10-01 10:31 am (UTC)Guh!
Date: 2008-01-23 02:30 pm (UTC)Re: Guh!
Date: 2008-01-23 09:10 pm (UTC)