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"I know you well.
you are a part of me.
I know you better than I know myself.
I know you best,
better than anyone.
I know you better than I know myself."
— "Part Of Me" by Tool
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It was just as well that *he* was so sure that she'd learn what they both wanted her to, because after a week she was getting a bit discouraged. She was still "studying" in his room at night — the given excuse being that Kitty and Jubilee (especially Jubilee) tended to be noisy, which was actually true — but two or even three times a night he would lay a hand to her face, or catch hold of the segment of arm bared between glove and sleeve, or even take her ungloved hand in his. And two or even three times a night, she would take his hand away from her skin and leave him dizzily clinging to consciousness.
The day she found herself tracking Jubilee from dorm room to gym by scent alone, she realized that she'd absorbed a bit too much Wolverine for now — especially when she found herself winking at Jean in bio class.
Coming to Logan's room as usual right after dinner, her first words were, "No more." He gave her a startled look, and her subliminal Logan complained, [You're *giving up*?] sounding equal parts hurt and peeved. "Not — I don't mean ‘no more' *forever*, just — we need to back off a little for a few days. I need to stop and think about what I've been doing wrong, before we try again."
Both Logans were willing to accept that. "That might be a good idea. Try to think of a new angle, something like that." [Give me a bit of a breather,] Subliminal Logan added.
"Besides, I need a few days to let the insides of my head settle a bit, before I start smoking cigars and stealing Scooter's bike."
Logan chuckled but didn't say anything. [Aww, but you're so *cute* when you start acting like me...,] came the internal commentary, which made Marie giggle a little in response. Logan stopped laughing and gave her an alert look. [Probably wondering how much of me you've got in there — I mean, in *here*.]
Changing the subject a little, Marie suggested, "I start acting too much like you right now, someone may figure out I touched you again, and want to know why."
A wary tilt to the head, and the guarded response, "Well, I'm trying to help you control your gift — nothing wrong with *that*, is there?"
[Unless Jeannie or Chuckie take a look in my head and get an idea of *why* I want to get my hands on a sixteen-year-old girl so badly...] "Well... It's a bit of a risk, even for you, and someone like Scoo— Scott or the Professor might not like the idea much."
"True..."
"So maybe we need to keep this just between us? For now, at least?"
"That... *might* be a good idea." [As much as I hate skulking around like this, we're probably going to be better off if no one else knows what we're playing around with yet,] Subliminal Logan noted.
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