Prom - Logan and Ororo

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Logan puts on the little black top that Jean picked out and goes down to experience Prom for herself. Unfortunately (or not), she doesn't stick around long.



Logan, after a little bit of time inbibing social lubricant down at Harry's, slipped inside the Mansion and back up to her room to get changed. A shower first to wash the stink of cigars, beers, and desperation off. Then the tiniest little scrap of underwear she'd picked up at Jean's insistance. Then the jeans - accompanied by much cursing at the Gods of Women's Fashion. Once those were finally on and belted and looking good came the top. It was just barely there and Logan had to admit that it made this temporary body of hers look _damned_ good. If she had to be a woman at least she was a fit, toned, and healthy female. Then, finally, came the Brushing of the Hair, accompanied by more cursing, swearing, and sulphorous oaths sworn to dark deities of pain and misery.

Not for the first time, Logan wished she could cut her damned hair and have it stay cut. This body was even worse than her usual one that way. But finally she got it brushed out and behaving. Last of all came the curbstompers - there was just no way in Hell she was gonna wear heels. She had standards, dammit. No heels, no warpaint. Just for memory's sake, she popped the claws on her right hand and made a face at the mirror.

Still the Wolverine, no matter what form she wore. It was good to keep that firmly in mind.

Retracting the claws, she decided it was time to make an appearance. Probably give Marie a heart attack. So, grabbing her keys, she headed on out the door and down to the party.

Ororo had finally decided on the worst part of being a man. It was the ties. Definitely the ties. Even loosely knotted the silk tie felt tight and constricting around his neck, and more than once he had had to close his eyes and breathe deeply to keep from panicking. He had considered pulling it off, but the headmaster's job was to provide a good example and he was determined to do just that, even if it meant putting up with the irritating feeling of the tie around his neck.

Standing off to one side, 'Ro watched the students mingle and dance and flirt on the floor. He was happy that despite dinosaur attacks and threats of demon invasions they had this one night to hold to normalcy - even if half their teachers were the wrong gender for it. Well, something had to go wrong.

Even in her borrowed body Logan was still almost ghost-like in her stealth. When she came down the stairs and saw one irritated-looking black man with dazzling silver hair standing by keeping an eye on things, it could only really be Ororo. He looked fine as a man, truth be told. Logan grinned to herself and drew upon every ounce of muscular control and skill she possessed to approach Ororo as unseen and un-heard as she possibly could. It was a tricky task - normally Ororo's night-vision wasn't too much poorer than Logan's.

Luckily Ororo had plenty of things to distract him, and he didn't even notice Logan's approach until the woman was right next to him. "Sweet goddess!" he exclaimed, looking down at Logan with a surprised expression. There was something vaguely familiar about the woman, but he couldn't quite put a finger on what...

Logan grinned ferally as the younger man jumped near out of his skin. "Getting sloppy, 'Ro." she said with a laugh - a whiskey-soaked husky laugh that sounded like it would much rather be saying something far more intimate. "How you expect to keep an eye on the kids if you let things slip right past you?" she asked.

Well, that cleared up that confusion quite neatly. "Logan," he said, arching an eyebrow. "As I recall, you did not slip past me so much as behind me. So I would think the only one in danger would be myself." Eyeing the outfit Logan had put together, 'Ro once again wished he had been able to wear something more comfortable. Stereotypes aside, Logan looked far more at ease than he felt.

Logan spent just as much time eyeballing Ororo as he did checking her out. Not too shabby, if you liked 'em slender-ish and toned. "They got you in a tie?" she asked, incredulous. "You gotta be kidding me. Since when are you the tie type? Could help you with that if you wanted..." she offered with a twinkle in her eye.

"Please. Do not tempt me," he said with a shake of his head. "Give me a pair of heels any day over this torture device."

Logan swiped his hand at Ororo's chest, and with a flicker of motion a claw came out, cut the tie off neatly just below the knot, and then retracted. "Better?" she asked with a smirk.

"Well," 'Ro remarked, tugging at the now severely-shortened tie, "I suppose there is no point in keeping it on now." He pulled it loose and hesistated for a moment before stuffing the remainder in his pocket.

"I live to serve." she said, leaning up close enough to practically qualify as a Logan-shaped full body tattoo for Ororo. She snaked her arm around Ororo's waist and just leaned against him for a moment, watching the kids chat and dance and do all the things he presumed kids did at functions like this. "You want a drink?" she asked.

Looking suitably embarrassed, Ororo shifted until they were standing as far against the wall as possible in order to shield them from the students' prying eyes. "You do realize all we are serving is punch, correct?" he asked, trying to keep his voice level. There wasn't much point in denying that Logan as a woman was extremely attractive, and the way she was pressed against him didn't do anything to help him ignore that fact.

"A sad fact that I've resigned myself to. Doesn't answer my question, though." she said with a small laugh. Poor Ororo didn't look like he knew what to do with what his body and mind was telling him.

"Then yes," he said quickly, nodding. "Though I suppose technically it is I who should be getting it..."

"Stay here. Keep an eye on the kids." she said, reluctantly disentangling herself from Ororo. "I'll get it." she said, and with visible booty-sway made her way into the crowd to go get the two of them punch. Her outfit drew more than a few stares from men and women, boys and girls both. Haller, especially, looked at her with thunderheads in her eyes. She began to make her way over but Logan was in and out before the counselor could make her way over.

Ororo rolled his eyes and made a conscious effort to look away from the spectacle, reaching up to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt now that his tie was no longer in the way. "Thank you," he said when Logan returned, accepting the cup of punch. "You seem to be... enjoying yourself," he added.

"When is any non-telepath ever really gonna have the chance to live the other side?" she pointed out, sipping from her own drink. Had to be ladylike and all. "'sides, it's fun."

"Because it is temporary," Ororo reminded her. "I think it would be something else entirely if we were stuck this way indefinitely, don't you?"

Logan snorted - a most un-ladylike sound indeed - and took another drink of her punch. "Come on, 'Ro." she said. "Make the best of what you're given." she urged. "And speaking of..." she said, tugging at his arm to drag him towards the dancefloor.

"Oh, no. No, no, no..." In spite of his protests 'Ro found himself dragged onto the dancefloor, barely able to set his glass of punch down on a nearby table before the next song started. Despite his reluctance it was easy enough to slide his hand to Logan's (bare) back, the other going to clasp her hand loosely as he tried to keep a modicum of distance between them at least.

Logan was doing her damndest to lead, and that just wasn't on when you were the woman in the dance. Luckily for her Ororo was as unaccustomed to leading as Logan was to following, so it worked out OK. The distance between them was frustrating, she decided. Very frustrating. Needed to be remedied.

"Erm," remarked Ororo as Logan moved closer. He glanced down between them and nearly protested, but decided that it simply wasn't worth it. The entire week had been a lesson in making the best of what you were given, and there was no reason for that evening to be any different. "At least your toes are protected should I step on them," he merely said, sliding his hand further around Logan's waist.

Logan just grinned. "Curbstomping on demand." she said. "What every chaperone should be issued." Now that the closeness issue had been resolved - Logan's poor brain was awash again in unfamiliar hormones and she was feeling unbelievably energized and loose at the same time. "So who else is playing shepard?" she asked in a purr aimed directly at Ororo's ear.

Breathe. "I believe Marie and Dani are here... Angelo... Lorna... I think I also saw Doug and Marie-Ange arrive a while ago."

"Plenty of folks." she purred again, then looked up into Ororo's eyes. "Take a break?" she asked tenatively.

"I believe I ought to stay here." Both for the students and my own sanity. "You are under no obligation to stay, of course."

Logan almost pouted at that. "Come on, 'Ro! Live a little. When you ever gonna have a chance like this again?" she asked.

For only being a woman for a week, Logan was far too adept at wielding her wiles. "A chance to do what, exactly?" Ororo asked, raising his eyebrows dubiously.

"Use your imagination." she said breathily, then laughed. "Seriously, 'Ro. Tell me the idea's never entered into your head." she said, letting her fingertips wander along his hand lightly.

Surpressing a shiver at Logan's touch, Ororo shook his head and pulled his hand back slightly. "Whatever ideas are in my head will stay right there. You are suggesting infidelity, Logan, and I do not find that appealing in the slightest."

Logan could have whined in frustration. This whole being-female thing was harder than it looked. First Jeannie, now 'Ro. She was destined to strike out, it would seem. "Didn't bother you any the first time around." she said nastily. "But now it does?"

"Pardon me?" came the startled response as Ororo stopped dancing altogether and looked down at Logan with a confused expression. "Would you care to explain yourself, Logan?"

"You were quite happy to just leave me hanging when you went off to Remy." she pointed out. She wanted to say more - a lot more - but bit them back. "No. Not doing this." she muttered. She took a step back and mustered something as close to a smile as she could manage. "Hormones." she said with a shrug.

Ororo had plenty of experience as a woman and knew that the 'hormones' excuse was just that: an excuse. He didn't want to press things here though, not in the middle of the students' prom, so he merely pressed his lips together and gave Logan a level look. "We will talk later, then."

"Doubt it." she said, and then turned on her heel and left the Prom, Ororo, and all they represented behind. What she needed was booze. Lots and lots of booze.




Yes, I decided to go ahead and post this anyway.