#loganh

It was a particularly warm day, so seeing Logan in a thin t-shirt that was sticking to his chest with sweat shouldn’t have felt so abnormal, but it swept across you, making you feel like you were in a heatwave in the middle of the Sahara. Unfortunately, though you were under the tutelage of the one and only Charles Xavier, who happens to share your mutation, you have not yet found a way to entirely secure your thoughts to your head. They tended to project to the person that you were thinking of, like creating a direct link.

A thought of helping him to cool down in a cold shower came to mind - he could leave the shirt behind, how hard would his nipples get, do you think? Who could possibly blame you for thinking these things anyway, it was just filthy the way that he walked around looking like that, and oh - imagine what he looked like when he shivered - even if it was from the cold and not from pleasure. You were having a hard time keeping yourself together, you being the one who needs a cold shower now.

Cautiously, you look at his face and note that he is staring at you, a thick eyebrow raised and the faintest of blushes upon his cheeks, barely noticeable but you know that it is there because he is thinking about it, hoping that you don’t realize it. You caught him catching you, which was mutually embarrassing. “Logan ... hello,” You said, a forced closed-mouth smile on your face.

“Y/n,” He said with a nod, and looked about him, awkwardly. “Sorry if I’m .. interrupting something.”

You pursed your lips and then started to laugh. “I should be the one apologizing. You know me, I just can’t keep my thoughts to myself.”

“Your hands either, from the looks of things,” He said, his eyes staring at you hard, but your laugh did start to bring a small smile to his face. “I was going to go for a swim in the lake.”

“Is that an invitation to join?”

“You’re the telepath, shouldn’t you know?”

You read his mind quite easily, seeing his thoughts of his hands on your hips, holding you in the small lake.

“I hope it’s cold,” You joked, getting up from your sunning chair.

“Logan, I’m - I’m so sorry,” You said, your eyes widened in complete abject horror at what you had done. You couldn’t help your most basic instincts of wanting to reach for someone when they were falling, especially someone that you cared you, even though your very touch put a poison in their veins which could incapacitate them - at BEST. “Y/N-” Logan tried to say, his gaze locked onto the spot on his arm where you had touched him, the spores of your poison wiping off of his skin as if it were nothing but confetti. The problem was that you hadn’t noticed this, and you were trying to get Hank or Professor X over the intercom to bring down the antidote as quickly as possible. He watched you freak out with interest for just a couple of seconds, confused as to why the poison didn’t even seem to get close to his bloodstream, and amused at how flustered you had seemed to become. “Who needs the antidote?” Hank asked, his own voice rushed, worried, coming through the communications device settled within your ears. That’s when you finally looked up at Logan’s face, expecting to see blood pouring from his nostrils, his eyes rolling back, it being a miracle he was on his feet at all - but you finally paused as it caught up to you that he was just fine, not even a touch of paleness to his skin. “Oh,” Was the only word that you spoke, which made Logan chuckle as he moved in closer to you, touching his own microphone. “Hank, it’s all alright, false alarm,” He said, then dropped his hand back to his side, his chest puffed out, his hair messy from the skirmish that you both had just been on, the one that ended up in him almost getting put down in two ways - the fall, and your touch. Logan stopped right in front of you and gave you a nod. “Nice catch, y/n. That chasm would have been a bitch to climb out of.” “I’m - but - what?” You said, your jaw dropped, checking him over instantly to see if your poison had permeated through his skin at all, but there wasn’t the least trace of it. “I’m alright, looks like I am the antidote,” Logan said with a smirk, though he was surprised and thankful for it too. You both realized at the same time that this opened up a world of opportunities to the both of you. He didn’t have to be afraid to touch you. You didn’t have to be afraid to touch him. A feeling of elation came over your body as you reached for him once more, and rested your hand on top of his. Little black flecks, like dirt, just slipping off and into the ground. His hand wrapped around yours, and just like that, he started to cure the touch-starvedness that the poison had seeped into you since birth.

One minute, you were sitting securely on the bar stool and the next, you were on the ground, landing hard on your rear. The man who bumped into you sneered at you on the floor, then continued to walk. “Oh heck no-” You said, getting to your feet, preparing to walk over to him and push him down as well.

But you were stopped by two burly arms, wrapping around you, holding you with all of his strength, which was a lot. Logan was pretty damn strong but you were still determined, and tried to wriggle your way out of his grip. “So what, you’re taking his side now?” You asked your boyfriend once he made it clear you weren’t getting out of his grasp.

“No, I’ll deal with him. You’d just end up killing him, and we’d have to find a new drycleaner since the last one suspects something.” Logan said, calmly.

The plane ran into some turbulence, so it was lucky that everyone was in their seats, for anyone who was standing would surely have stumbled.

“I hate flying,” Logan muttered under his breath and lit up a cigar. Out of everyone here, he had the least to worry about. No plane crash was going to kill him.

“Got it,” You said, unbuckling your seat belt and stood up. You planted your feet firmly on the ground, shoulder length apart, and lowered your hands, palms facing down, parallel with one another. Focusing your energy, your power, you reduced the gravity of the plane. Everyone, including yourself, felt a slight butterfly sensation, as if they were on one of the higher rocking rides at an amusement park, but the plane started to go upwards slowly, rather than being forced to move down.

Once it was steady and the pilots had regained complete control, you took a deep breath out and returned to your chair, pulling your seatbelt back on.

“So what, you level airplanes?” Logan asked you, a brief look of curiosity on his face.

I’ll fight my impulse to say Jalston, again, and go with Logan and Kendall.

Holland: Dylan, Logan, Harry

Selena: Justin, James, Logan, Dylan

Miranda: James, Dylan, Kendall S., Niall