I own nothing except for Misty. Also, this chapter contains slight adult content and language, but what would you expect from Logan?


I drove my motorcycle through the front gate, pulling over next to the institute. I took off my helmet, as soon as I did I caught the scent of Chuck, but he wasn't alone. I turned my head to find him and a girl. She sure was pretty, with her long brown hair tied into a ponytail, her emerald eyes, oh and those lips.

"Hello, Logan," Charles said to me. He moved a little to show the girl. "This is Misty, another telepath." He introduced me to the girl, she was giving me a dark look. But I could tell that she liked me. "Supergirl, right?" I walked up to her, sliding the keys into my left pocket. She rolled her eyes at me, walking away. I went after her into the mansion.


(Misty's Point Of View)

"Does he have to be here, Professor?" I mentally whine to Charles. "Yes, Misty, so you should be nice to Logan." Charles replied. I just walked downstairs to go meet Logan and get it over with, although I wasn't expecting for him to be very handsome with his black hair and cool blue eyes that showed pain but also something else. And that jaw line... Misty! This isn't like you! Your acting weird all because of a guy who could possibly be thinking of getting you alone with him, not that I'd mind... "Supergirl, right?" He walked up to me, I could just imagine him now:

Logan trailing kisses from my neck up to my lips, as soon as our lips met, he started to lick my lips. Begging them for entrance, I allowed it, and as soon as I did his hands moved to my thighs, pulling up my legs to lock them around his hips, my arms move to Logan's neck, my right hand fingers touching his hair while my left hand is holding onto him. I could feel his bulge growing underneath his jeans, touching my pussy from the inside of my dark green skirt.

I quickly erased the image out of my head before my thoughts got even more dirty. I regained myself by rolling my eyes at him and walking away. There was no way in hell I was going to let some mutant I've just met fill me with lust! I went into the elevator, before I could press the button he came in. I cursed in my head.

"You see, I got a little memory problem, thought maybe you could help." He said to me in a husky voice, making me think of him ripping off my clothes, then he ripped off his pants to show me his erection. I would bend down to my knees and suck on his balls, I cursed in my mind again. What the fuck is wrong with me? "Ask the professor for help." I responded, the last thing I needed was to see that man's thoughts.

The doors opened again. I walked out. Unfortunately, for me, Logan followed after. He soon cornered me next to a wall. "Yeah, but why have a bald old man in my head when I can have you?" He smirked. "Fuck you." I told him, stepping to the side, he blocked it. "Already want me in bed?" He remarked, his sexy smirk was still there. "Can't you be an ass somewhere else?" I demanded in a beyond pissed off tone.

"You want to go make out in my room?" He asked me. "I don't know what you're talking about." I gave him a dirty look. "You keep acting like you hate me, but your aroma says other wise." He told me. "Does it look like I care?" I replied.

"No, but I can tell what you want." He moved close enough that our lips were almost touching. But as much as I knew he was right, I didn't want to risk him hating me for the rest of my life after he found out about my "alter ego". "Yeah, I want you to go screw yourself." I remarked dryly, managing to get away from him before I actually did hurt him.


(Logan's Point Of View)

After Misty left me alone in the hallway I mentally cursed to myself. "Why is it that when I try to talk to a pretty girl that I always manage to screw things up?" I groaned. Deciding to go to my room to get some sleep for tomorrow...


Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!