GenX-Sitting: Part One

by Kerri G.

"Well?"

Logan blinked. "Well what?"

"You haven't been listening," his 'mate' accused him.

Guilty as charged. He was stretched out on their bed, watching her silhouette through the sheer silk of the shoji screen as she dressed. It wasn't easy to lure her upstairs after breakfast, but worth it when he succeeded. That screen was easily the best money he ever spent.

Charlotte moved around the screen, wearing panties with a deeply scooped camisole over that. Her hair flowed wild and loose around her body. She stood by the bed looking down at his nude body sprawled comfortably across the rumpled comforter. "Well, are you or aren't you?"

He drew a complete blank. "Tell me again," he coaxed, pulling her down to straddle his hips.

Her eyes unfocused for a moment at the feel of his skin between her thighs, a look he was watching for. His hands stroked over her legs and hips, pressing his hardness against her. Thank the gods for his healing factor, it made him near insatiable at times.

She shook her head to clear it, then poked his stomach with her finger. "The Massachusetts school." She touched the raven medallion he never removed, pressing the disk into the skin above her heart.

At his lewd grin, she knew she'd lost the battle to get his mind off track. She sighed as she leaned down to kiss him, not really sorry at all.

"The Massachusetts School," she prompted again later. "Emma asked if I would stay there for a few days while she took care of some personal problems. Do you want to come with me?" She lay on her back, his head pillowed on her breast, legs entangled. Her underwear lay in shreds on the floor. Her clothing always seemed to end up in pieces, she'd spent more money replacing her clothes this last year than most people spent on their first home purchase, she was sure. She wondered sometimes where he got that idea.

"Ya sure got chummy wi' the White Queen," he remarked. "Hank's got me scheduled for a physical this weekend. I can come down after that."

"It's just over the weekend, maybe it wouldn't be worth the trip for you. I'll be back Monday afternoon."

"Maybe, just maybe, I can get through three days without ya," he considered, his eyes glinting dangerously. "It'll be hard, tho', not gettin' pushed out of my own bed, plenty of hot water in the shower, even gettin' to sleep through the night without ya wakin' me up for fun an' games all the time-Oomph!" She tickled his sides at his teasing words.

"Bishop will go with me," she said. Lately the big man had been playing her shadow. "We'll take the Harleys." She'd given Bishop his own motorcycle, having had one customized to suit his huge frame. His stilted 'thank you' belied the emotion he felt at being given a coveted gift. He rode it everywhere. He'd even been spotted in the garage sitting with it, polishing the chrome during the night when not on patrol. As a joke, Bobby had given him a copy of 'Easy Rider.'

"Motorcycle Mama," Logan teased, nipping at her bare stomach. "Why doncha put on yer leathers now and I'll help ya take 'em off," he released one set of claws, turning his hand over to run the backs of the blades up her leg. He leered at her, inviting her back into the world where only the two of them existed, an invitation she could never resist.

Much, much later, Charlotte finally made it down to the garage, a saddle bag over her shoulder. She wore her black riding leathers and leather half boots, saved by sheer determination from Logan's frequent need to cut her clothing off her body. The leather fit her tighter than second skin, generally getting her a third and fourth glance when she was out in public.

Bishop waited for her by the bikes. He'd already gassed them up and checked the engines. He was like a small boy playing with toy cars, not that Charlotte would have ever told him that. It would not have been pleasing to the austere security officer.

Remy waited, too, gracefully slumped over his own motorcycle, a lit cigarette forgotten in his hand. He was upset, Charlotte could feel the emotion waving off him. Rogue, most likely. They'd seemed to be sparking off each other a lot lately.

"'Bout time, chere," he said. "Logan got to come up for air som'time." He sounded jealous.

"I didn't realize you were coming with us," she responded. She fastened her bag on the bike and reached for her helmet hanging from the handle bar.

"T'ought it time I got away for awhile. Bishop tol' me you goin' to de school. Doan' mind, do you?" Underneath the belligerence was the need for someone to want him around.

"'Course not," she smiled at him. "Silly question."

"Is Wolverine coming?" Bishop asked, frowning.

"No. Hank's got plans for him this weekend, and I'd just as soon not be around for it. I don't know what you men have to complain about, medically you've got it easy."

Both men looked away, not wanting to turn that particular crank. The males in residence had no defense against the female body after Charlotte arrived, they discovered to their collective chagrin. What man could win a one-up argument with someone who could always say 'I gave birth.'"

They climbed on the bikes, Bishop leading the way. It would take about 4 hours to get to the school. They'd make it by dinner time if they hurried.

Jubilee and Paige waited outside the school near the front gates.

"I don't know if this is such a good idea," Paige said for the umpteenth time.

"'Course it is." Jubilee said for the umpteenth time in response. "It's Friday night, Frosty's leavin' for the weekend. Time to kick up some fun. If we ask Charlotte first, then Frosty'll go along with it. They're *friends* now." That whole situation still amazed Jubilee. Emma Frost didn't have friends; she had enemies and people she put up with.

"But to go out to one of the clubs, wouldn't that be calling attention to ourselves? Miss Frost doesn't like that." The future would-be leader of the X-men had already cultivated the sober, responsible attitude that marked the current leader of the X-men, Scott Summers. Not that it endeared her to her classmates any more than the 'When I Was With The X-men' stories Jubilee told. "And what if we get into trouble?"

Jubilee let out an exasperated breath. "That's why we get Charlotte to take us. She and Wolvie can handle anything. We'll all have fun, dancin' and listenin' to music. She's a lot of fun to hang with, better than Frosty."

The rumble of motorcycles got their attention. The gates swung open and the three riders came through the gates, which shut after them. Jubilee led the race to follow them to the garages.

"Where's Wolvie?" she cried as soon as Charlotte removed her helmet, shaking out her braided hair. "Gambit!" she yelled almost in the same breath and threw herself at him before he'd cleared the seat. She knocked him off balance. Charlotte caught him and his bike telekinetically and set him back up.

"P'tite, you must be growin'" he grunted, returning her enthusiastic hug. Here was at least one female who was glad to see him.

Bishop was already moving his bike inside to find the choicest spot to park his baby. He returned a moment later for Charlotte's, removing the saddle bag and handing it to her.

"Hi Paige," Charlotte greeted the other girl who hung back shyly.

Paige didn't feel as comfortable with her X-men idols as Jubilee was. "Hi Ms. Ashcroft."

"Hey," Jubilee bounced over to Charlotte and flung her arms around her. The girl had been slow to accept her as Logan's mate, but with Thomas's help, she grew to like Charlotte a lot. She found Charlotte easier to talk to than any of the other X-women, knowing that she would always get a straight answer to her questions from Charlotte.

That Charlotte liked her, just as she was, and didn't try to change her or offer tactful suggestions on her appearance like some of the others did, and had Thomas with his gorgeous friend Matthew to be her big brothers, *and* unlimited credit, was just icing on her triple layer, double fudge ice cream cake. With whipped cream and sprinkles.

"There's a new club in town," she told Charlotte. "It's a PG 13 club." She looked at her hopefully.

"PG 13? Like the movie ratings?"

"Kinda. Chaperones are allowed. There's security everywhere."

Charlotte continued to look at her with a slight smile on her face.

"And it's Friday night, we worked hard all week, we need a break," she pleaded. "Ask Frosty if we can go?"

Charlotte laughed. "I'll ask Emma about it, all right? But if she says no, that's the end of it, understand?"

A grin crossed the young girl's face. "Yeah. Whatever you say."

"So I hope your grades were good this week."

"Well, I guess that all depends on what you mean by 'good'."

"Thank you for coming," Emma said to her a short time later in her suite. She was still packing. Charlotte lounged in a chair, having removed her leather jacket to reveal a deeply scooped tank that revealed more cleavage than she usually exhibited. Logan had objected to it while he made eyes at her bare skin. It wasn't something she usually wore, but when she visited Emma some extra plumage was needed, just to keep up with the revealing clothing the White Queen almost wore.

"No problem. They're good kids and I like spending time with them. Jubilee stopped me outside. There's a club the kids want to try. I said I'd ask you and we'd all abide by your decision."

"Well," Emma said thoughtfully, closing and snapping the locks on her suitcase, "I appreciate the fact you support my authority. I really don't care if they go, but I worry about them getting in trouble."

"I'll go with them, and I have Bishop and Remy as backup. Who knows, we might actually have some fun."

"Then I'll agree," Emma nodded. "Sean is visiting his daughter this weekend, so I really appreciate that you were able to come here on such short notice. Between you and Bishop things should be okay. Why didn't Logan come with you?"

"Hank's giving him a complete physical."

"Complete?"

"Yep. I didn't want to be around for that. He comes back muttering something about 'the finger'. I don't even want to know what that means. I probably would've escaped here anyway. Maybe next time you and I can hit the clubs."

"With your chaperone?"

Charlotte laughed. "I don't know why Bishop has become so shadow-like, and he won't tell me. Logan must know, 'cause he hasn't made a fuss about it. He does come in handy, though. With him around, I don't have to use my power to keep away uninvited attention. People take one look at him and turn right around." Looking at the clock she stood up. "You'd better get going if you're going to make your flight. You sure you don't need a ride in?"

"No, the car will be here in a moment."

After waving Emma off, she joined the students in the dining room. Remy sat at one end, with Jubilee and Paige dancing attendance. Bishop sat at the other end alone. The boys, Everett, Angelo, Jono, and Mondo, had given him a wide berth. Monet sat next to Everett, still and calm.

Charlotte took a seat next to Bishop. Jubilee turned expectant eyes on her. "Well?" she asked impatiently.

Charlotte looked for the water pitcher, getting up to get it.

"Let me, Charlie," Angelo offered. He grasped the handle and stretched his arm down to where she sat, pouring her a glass. He was the only one, other than Mondo, who called her by her nickname.

"Thank you, Angelo." She smiled at him. "Well, Miss Frost says you all can go to the club if you want to, on one condition."

Jubilee and Angelo whooped excitedly.

"What condition," Everett asked.

"The three of us go with you." She looked at the clock. "So, we'll leave around 8:00."

"That only gives us two hours to dress," Jubilee said. She grabbed at Paige's hand. "Come on," she said to Monet.

Monet rose gracefully. "It's good to see you again, Ms. Ashcroft." She followed the other two girls.

"Thanks for talkin' Frosty into it," Angelo said. "Now I'll get to show the chicas my new moves."

"Miss Frost recognizes your need to move, Angelo," Charlotte said wryly. "She is also glad that you will have three very able-bodied caretakers to get you out of trouble when 'moving' gets you into it."

"Nah, no trouble tonight, promise." When the young mutant moved, he really meant it. He jumped up. "Only two hours, man, and the girls'll get all the hot water."

The other young men raced him out of the room.

The three grownups found themselves alone.

"You sure 'bout this, chere?" Remy asked.

"It'll be fun," she assured him. "Come on, we'll dance, we'll talk, we'll sing. You could use a diversion."

He raised his eyes to her, red on black demon eyes. "Maybe you're right. Can't wear leather, tho," he nodded at her clothing. "Dey won' let you in."

"Perhaps I'll raid Emma's closet."

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