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Who: Esme Cuckoo and James Howlett
What: Teenagers and hormones.
Where: The Frost Mansion
Warning: Simulated nudity and things associated with nudity.


The Cuckoos were observant. Even if they had been completely oblivious, however, they would've noticed the constant eye of James Howlett. The boy was obsessed. He was practically stalking them.

Esme was intrigued. The boy's thoughts didn't revolve around the usual fantasies involving all five of the girls. His thoughts were partly on the girl, and partly on Ms. Frost. Esme found this comparison interesting and flattering. Certainly one cause of interest was the fact that James Howlett and Mr. Logan were the same person. The girls could not understand what Ms. Frost saw in Mr. Logan. He was short, dirty and uncouth. And he probably shed. James, at least, seemed to have better hygiene.

Her curiosity and amusement led Esme to James Howlett's room. She knew he was inside. He had probably caught her scent before he heard the soft tap on the door.

James perked up from the bed, his head rising. For a split second, he thought the woman outside was Emma. "Come in," he called.

"James," Esme said softly as she slipped inside the room. James had a wide-eyed innocence about him. He wasn't a virgin, but he still had that aura of chasteness. Even with her psychic insight, it was difficult for Esme to believe this boy contained the potential for the gruffness of the Wolverine he was meant to become.

"Esme.." It was little more than a lucky guess for James. He had been watching the Cuckoos for days, studying them closely with all of his enhanced senses. Their movements were exactly the same, as was their scent. Esme was the first name that came to his tongue, being the most familiar because of his little sister. It also sounded the most like 'Emma'.

She smiled, shutting the door behind her. "You stayed here, didn't you?" She moved further in the room, closing the distance between them. "To watch after little Esme." She still wasn't quite sure how to feel about Emma naming her daughter after her, but she pushed those uncertainties to the side. She was presenting nothing but the sheer confidence and sexiness that her mentor had demonstrated.

"Yes," James answered, leaning forward a bit. He watched her with keen eyes, feeling the strong pull toward her. His hormones were raging, and she was so beautiful. He was like a dog tugging at the end of his leash, straining to get something he wanted. He wouldn't make a move on her unless she made it clear that was what she wanted, but he was practically salivating.

"How sweet and noble of you," she said, her voice a breathy purr. She leaned in, stroking his cheek with her hand. "We think you're very attractive."

James moved closer to her. "You're.." He started to speak, but couldn't quite focus enough to finish the thought. His lips were pressed against hers, kissing her suddenly and with a wild passion. She was kissing back just as madly, and his hands found their way to her waist, tugging her hips to his.

Suddenly, in his mind, they were on the white sand beaches of Cozumel. The blonde was clad in a tiny white bikini, and was looking a bit more mature than she had in the boy's room. She did not look exactly like Emma Frost, but appeared to be a cross between Emma and Esme.

A blanket was stretched over the beach beneath them, and the two were lying atop the blanket, shaded by an umbrella. "James," the woman murmured.

James should have known better, really. He should have been more vigilant; his brain should've sent out warning signals that someone was messing with him. But he was quite happy with where they were.

He was lying above her, his hands sliding over her smooth sides. "You're amazing," he said, lowering his head to kiss her lips. His hand slid up under her bikini top, feeling the curve of her breast before tugging the top off. Back over her flat stomach, fingers slipping downward under the bottom of her bikini. He felt her body quiver beneath him as he brushed her delicate flesh.

Back in James Howlett's room, the two were still fully-clothed, sitting upright on the bed, kissing. His hands were calmly on her sides. After a few more minutes, she pulled away, standing up. James whimpered, reaching for the girl. But she was already opening the door and heading down the dark hallway and back to her room.

Always leave them wanting more.