Title: The Real Vacation Begins
Author: Bani
Email: banime78@aol.com  
Series: Cutting Loose # 4
Rating: R-ish for nudity (like you could really see it sheesh) and
adult thoughts/themes
Summary: Scott plays voyeur. Marie convinces Scott to go line
dancing. Stupid fun ensues.
Genre: S/R
A/N: I don't know any line dance terms except those I hear in
country songs so I didn't put any in the story. This is the first time
I have wrote anything approaching smutty so please bear with me
'kay.
Archive: As long as you give me the Addy I'm happy.
Disclaimer: Marvel, Fox, yadda yadda you know how it goes.
Dedication: This one is for Karen who asked for smut. I don't
know if this is exactly what ya wanted but I tried. Also, I'd like to
dedicate this to Coty my cousin who was taken away from us so
young. He was waiting for a little S/R action and I'm just sorry he
didn't get to see it before he passed.
Feedback: Is very much appreciated and longed for. (hee-hee)
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After several hours of driving, Marie finally managed to
convince Scott that she should drive for a while. After all, she
argued she had slept most of the drive to Meridian, while he had
driven the whole way.

Marie managed to get them into Butler, Alabama before
she too felt the need for sleep. She woke Scott up and he helped
her find a hotel with a vacancy sign. Pulling up to the front office,
she shut the motor off. They both stretched trying to work the
kinks out.

Getting out of the car, Scott walked around to get the blood
flowing in his legs once more, wincing when the pins and needles
started up. He looked over at Marie to find her rubbing her nice
round bottom and had the sudden urge to give her a hand.

Marie stopped rubbing when she realized that he was
watching her. Scott leered at her. "I could rub that for you and
make it feel all better." He offered teasingly.

"Oh no ya don't sugah. Ya just keep yah distance." She
held up her fingers in the shape of a cross.  Scott pouted, lip
sticking out far enough for a bird to perch on. Which made Marie
start laughing. It wasn't long before he joined her.

After they had both calmed down they made it into the
hotel's office to get their rooms. Scott carried her bag to her room
for her and left her at the door with a quick kiss. When what he
wanted to do was follow her in and give her a thorough ravishing.

He'd almost lost her tonight he thought. Unlocking his own
door, he barely made it inside before collapsing onto the bed. His
whole body hurt from his earlier impact with the ground. Wincing
in remembrance, he rolled over onto his stomach. He was just glad
he had saved Marie from getting hurt. He was furious that her
mother had put her own daughter in so much danger.

What kind of parent does something like that to their child?
The answer came to him in the form of memories of his own
experience with foster parents. He pushed the memories away not
wanting to re-live any of them tonight. He was just to drained right
now to fight his own memories.

He was more than exhausted and didn't even have enough
energy to get up and take a shower to soothe his aching body. Let
alone strip off his dirty clothes for bed. He snorted. Clothes hell, he
couldn't even summon the energy to pull back the covers. He fell
into a fitful sleep almost before he finished the thought.

Scott woke up the next morning to someone pounding on
his door. Groaning he rolled over and fell off the bed with a
resounding thump. "Scott are ya alright sugah." Came the
disembodied voice from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, just give me a second." He slowly got up, using the
bed for support. Oh, God he felt as if he'd been hit by a truck.
Finally upright he shuffled over to the door and opened it.

"What was that thump Scott?" Marie asked pushing past
him as she made her way into his hotel room. She was looking
around as if she expected some villain to pop out and attack.

Scott laughed at the mental picture he had of Magneto
jumping out of the closet and Marie yelling 'ah-ha'. Marie turned
around and frowned at him. This only made him laugh harder.

"What is so funny?" Marie asked indignantly.

"Nothing really. What were you pounding on the door for?"
He asked.

She rolled her eyes at him and pointed at her watch. "It's
nearly noon Scott we have ta check out in twenty minutes."

"Oh shit! Why didn't you wake me up earlier? Never mind.
I just have to take a really quick shower and then we can get out of
here." Turning around he headed toward the bathroom pulling his
shirt off over his head as he went.

"Scott, Jesus Christ!" Marie gasped.

"What?" Scott turned back around to see Marie's alarmed
expression. "What's wrong?" He asked again.

"Yah back Scott. It's a mass of bruises. Ya must have done
that when ya hit the ground." Her voice was all choked up. "Ya got
hurt trying ta protect me. Ah'm so sorry." She sobbed.

"Hey no big deal." Scott said wrapping her up in his arms.
"I've been hurt worse training. I'm just glad I could save you from
getting hurt." He pulled back to look into her face. She looked up
at him and let out a little chuckle.

"That is so like ya Scott, always trying ta play everything
down." She pulled away from him and dried her eyes. Then she
wagged her finger at him. "But it won't work this time mister.
Ah'm gonna make it up ta ya, just ya wait and see. Now get yah
butt in there and get that shower. Yah wasting daylight."

Scott shook his head and smiled. He turned around and was
walking into the bathroom when Marie smacked him on the butt.
"Hey what was that for?" He asked.

"Yah moving ta slow. Stop wasting time we ain't got all
day." She grinned and plopped herself down on the bed. He
wanted nothing more than to join her and show her some creative
ways to waste time.

"You sure are bossy in the morning. I'll have to remember
that." He grinned as he saw her face darken with a blush. Turning
around he swaggered into the bathroom.

Shucking the rest of his clothes, he stood before the mirror
and tried to get a look at his back. What he could see didn't look
all that bad. But then again he was used to getting beat up on a
regular basis.

He turned the shower on getting it as hot as he could stand
before he got under the stinging spray. Leaning his hands against
the wall, he lowered his head and groaned. Oh yeah that felt good.
His muscles started to relax slowly one by one leaving him felling
at least partially better.

He quickly washed his hair wincing when he yanked one of
his stitches. Christ he'd forgotten all about those. Looking down at
his hand, he realized that he had pulled a couple of the stitches out
of it as well. Oh well, so he'd have a bigger scar. Didn't girls like
that?

Opening the shower door he grabbed a towel and dried his
hair, before swiping the towel across his glasses. Looking up he
grinned at his reflection. He wasn't that bad looking he thought.
Getting out of the shower, he grabbed another towel and stood in
front of the mirror flexing his muscles experimentally.

He wasn't as muscular as Logan. But he was pretty well
defined. It came from hours of training and keeping care of
himself. He swiped the towel down his stomach over the tightly
defined muscles that hundreds of sit-ups had earned him. He
frowned at his reflection suddenly as he realized what he was
doing.

He never admired himself in front of the mirror. What had
gotten into him? That was a stupid question he thought shaking his
head in self-amusement. Marie is what had happened to him. Their
relationship was so new he was feeling a little unsure of himself.
Hence, the need to check out his own body and make sure he
hadn't suddenly become hideously grotesque.

Chuckling at his sudden attack of vanity he pulled on his
pants. Making his way out into the room, he found his suitcase and
got some clean clothes. He noticed belatedly that Marie was no
longer present. Dressing quickly, he stuffed his dirty clothes into
the outside pocket of his suitcase and went next door to her room.

Knocking on the door, he waited for a response. When
none was forthcoming, he realized he heard the sound of a running
shower. Why that little minx, she'd told him to hurry up and she
hadn't even been ready herself. Come to think of it, she had been
wearing the same clothes she'd had on the previous day.

Jiggling the door handle, he found that it was unlocked. He
frowned fiercely at the door as if it was the doors fault. Stepping
inside he shut and locked it, nodding his head in satisfaction. He'd
have to have a talk with Marie about that.

Turning around he realized that the bathroom door was
partially open. Jesus H. Christ not only had she not locked the
room's door she hadn't even had the common sense to lock the
bathroom door either. He walked over and grabbed the door handle
intending to shut it.

But was stopped by the image in the mirror. His breath
hitched painfully in his chest and his jaw dropped open. For the
woman he saw in the mirror was a goddess. Scott had to lean on
the door jab or else he would have melted into a puddle on the
floor. Oh God, I think I'm having a heart attack he thought.

He couldn't get his breath and his body had broken out in a
cold sweat. His gaze was riveted to the image in the mirror. He
couldn't have torn his eyes away even had he wanted to. She was
perfect. Her body was all curves and hollows. And he knew that if
he were to join her he would find that his body was a perfect match
for hers.

She was running a soapy cloth over her breasts and down
her gently rounded belly. He felt himself go instantly hard at the
image he had of his own hands traveling the same route that hers
were. The shock of seeing her all naked and wet had worn off and
he knew he should close the door but couldn't make himself give
up the luscious view.

She was running the cloth down her legs now. He felt his
mouth go dry as she made the return trip back up those impossibly
long legs. The cloth now on the inside of her leg. His hands fisted
as she washed the mound of curls between her legs.

Hearing a moan, he clapped his hand over his mouth only
to realize it had not come from him. Looking up he saw her biting
her lower lip her eyes tightly shut. There was a wet splat and he
glanced back down to find her hand had replaced the washcloth.

Oh God, was she going to do what he thought she was.
Yes, she was. If possible, he felt himself get harder. He felt as if he
might bust free from his pants. The rigged material over his fly
was digging uncomfortably into his tender flesh and he wanted to
free himself from the confinement.

Marie moaned again and he forgot about his discomfort as
he watched her touch herself. She glided her fingers over the cleft
of her sex before sliding them into the waiting folds. Scott bit back
a moan of his own as she started sliding her fingers back and forth
over her clit. Damn his glasses anyway playing voyeur wasn't half
as fun when you couldn't see color or even detail.

She started rocking her hips to the rhythm her hand was
setting. Her other hand went to her breasts moving restlessly from
one to the other as the hand between her legs sped up it's pace.
Scott was torn as to what area to pay attention to. He glanced at her
face and saw that she was worrying her lip between her teeth as her
hips jerked and her breasts bounced.

Fuck! He was gonna come in his pants before she was
done. But instead of moving away and saving himself the
embarrassment, he stayed rooted to the spot. Watching as the hand
at her breast pinched her nipple eliciting a strangled cry from her.
She was clenching her thighs around her hand and he knew she
was close.

Come on baby just let go he thought to her. As if she heard
his thought, her eyes shot open and she cried his name out in a
strangled litany. Yep that was it he just messed up the front of his
pants. He moved away from the door quickly lest she notice him.

Hurrying out of the room and into his own as quickly as his
wobbly legs would carry him. He had barley enough time to peel
his pants off, change into a new pair and calm his ragging
heartbeat down before Marie came flouncing in. How the hell had
she managed to get dressed so fast he wondered hazily.

"Hey there." She said cheerily. "Ah was just thinking that it
might be fun if we were ta go dancing. Ya know not right now but
later tonight after we put some more miles between us and
Meridian." Okay when had she had the time to think about this?
Was it before or after her little erotic shower? Shaking his head, he
dispelled the image that called up.

No use getting himself all worked up again. It wasn't like
he could rationalize another shower. Think cold thoughts Scott
boy. 'Cause there ain't no way you can act on your impulses. Not
just yet anyhow.

"Hey Scott, did ya here anything Ah just said?" Marie
asked huffily.

"Yeah Hon I heard you. But uhm.. I can't really dance all
that well. Especially the way I've seen you and the other girls
dance." To tell the absolute truth he had never been dancing in his
life. But there was no way he was going to tell her that and sound
pitiful.

Marie quirked an eyebrow at him. "Ya watched me and the
girls dance? Why Scott Ah didn't know ya liked ta play voyeur."
She laughed at the alarmed look on his face. He had thought for a
second there that she might have seen him spying on her in the
shower. But then her words sunk in and he calmed down.

"Yeah well you all tend to just dance wherever you please
so it's not a matter of being a voyeur as opposed to being a
onlooker." Yeah that was it he thought in relief. He mentally patted
himself on the back hoping he had gotten her off the topic of
voyeur's.

"Well it doesn't matter anyway. The kind of dancing Ah
was talking about is country line dancing. Ya don't have to worry
about knowing how ta do it because Ah'll teach ya. It's not that
hard ta learn." She smiled at him reassuringly.

Closing his eyes he wondered if he was up to a night of
dancing. He could always plead that he was still in too much pain
to dance. But that would be a lie. He was feeling remarkably
better. Funny that. Just twenty minutes ago, he had felt as if he
would be better off if someone would put him out of his misery.
Yet, now he felt ready to take on the whole Brother Hood.

Shit! If getting off worked this way all the time then he
would definitely have to try it after a mission. That brought up
images of a naked panting Marie and he had to think cold thoughts
again.

He realized he had not given Marie an answer yet and
grinned at her sheepishly. "Dancing sounds good. Do you know of
any place that we could go?" Scott asked.

"Sure do sugah. Now ya just get yah stuff together and
Ah'll meet ya down at the car." She flounced out of the room the
same way she had come in.

Oh jeez. He wondered how she managed to flounce when
his own legs still felt wobbly. It was probably just one of those
little things that separated the women from the men. Like how
women could want to stay up and talk and cuddle after really great
sex when all men wanted was to sleep.

Eh, he'd probably never figure women out. Grabbing his
messy jeans, he stuffed them in with his other dirty clothes. After
he had turned in his room key, he went to the car. Marie was
leaning back on the hood sunning herself. Her arms were behind
her and her back was arched. Putting her breasts at a pleasing angle
and making him hard again. For Christ's sake would he never be
able to look at her without getting hot and bothered.

"Were to?" He asked

"Well Ah asked the guy at the front desk and he said they
have a really great new dance hall in Brewton. That's just five
hours from here. So what do you say?" She batted her eyelashes at
him.

Scott could feel the smile hovering around his lips. "Well I
don't know Marie. I'm not sure I'm up to driving for that long."
He tried to look tired and pathetic.

"Aw, poor Scott. Ya want me ta kiss it all better?" She
started giggling when she saw his suddenly hopeful expression.

He stepped forward and grabbed her scarf putting over her
face he leaned forward so that his lips were just brushing hers.
"Maybe a kiss would help a little. But only if you really make it
count." No sooner had he finished talking then she wrapped her
arms around him and proceeded to make him feel all better.

Several hours later saw them in Brewton, Mississippi
looking for the dance hall called Saddles. When they finally found
it Scott was more than a little intimidated. It was a huge building
that looked like an overgrown barn. Neon lettering two feet tall
announced that they had reached Saddles. There was a neon saddle
rocking back and forth next to the name. He guessed it was
supposed to be dancing or something.

"Oh, Scott." Marie exclaimed. "We're gonna have so much
fun ya just wait and see." Her excitement was contagious he found.
Because he suddenly had a very real, need to do something,
anything so that he did not pounce on her.

He found himself being dragged up to the huge building
and after he paid the equally huge bouncer the cover fee, they were
allowed inside. Once inside Marie let him go as she turned around
and around laughing. "Look at it Scott. Isn't it great? Look at all
those people dancing. Ah can't wait ta get out there on that dance
floor."

Scott grimaced. "Maybe we should get something to eat
first." He suggested as he saw a buffet off to the side of the main
dance floor.

"Oh, ya are so right. We're gonna need ta eat so we have
enough energy ta dance all night." She grinned at him and grabbed
his hand again.

After paying for their plates, they loaded up on food. Scott
was surprised to see his own plate was pilled high with food. He
hadn't known he was so hungry. They found a free table up some
stairs to the back of the buffet.

The dance hall layout was more than a little confusing. The
main dance floor was in the middle of the structure and then there
were dance platforms at varying levels surrounding the main floor.
Dancers stomped and clapped in lines on the platforms. While the
main dance floor was reserved for couple dancing. The buffet was
in the back with the tables on a long platform situated perfectly
above it. This allowed for an uninterrupted view of the various
dance platforms as well as the main floor.

As they ate, Marie pointed out some of the steps the
dancers were doing. Scott slowly started to relax. As long as Marie
was there with him, he was sure to be okay. After all fate wouldn't
be cruel enough to have him make a complete fool of himself on
the dance floor would it.

After they finished eating they continued to watch the
dancers until Marie finally picked the platform she wanted to
dance on. "I think that one right there." She said pointing to the
one farthest away from the main floor. "They seem to be going the
slowest and it will be easier for me ta show ya the steps." That said
she dragged him over there.

They climbed the steps to the dance platform and stood off
to the side waiting for the next song to begin. Standing there Scott
could feel the vibrations shake the platform each time the dancers
stomped their feet. Looking down at his own feet he suddenly
longed for some cowboy boots. His loafers just didn't seem to fit
in.

Marie had boots on. In fact, her whole out fit seemed to fit
in. She was wearing a button down shirt with flowers on it and
paired with her well-worn jeans and boots she could have been one
of the locals. The only thing out of place was her gloves. She'd
even tied her scarf at a jaunty angle around her neck.

He knew how he looked. Brand new jeans, plain long
sleeved shirt and loafers. Yeah he fit in real good. Not to mention
the shades. Yet, there hadn't been one person who had stared at
him funny since they had gotten there. That was unusual to say the
least. He was used to people staring at him and whispering behind
his back. It was strange to be able to relax and not have to worry
about someone shouting 'Mutant' at you.

The song ended and Marie pulled him on to the floor. The
rest of the dancers moved over to make room for them. When the
next song started he tried to follow Marie's directions but kept
stomping on the guy next him's feet. Marie finally positioned him
behind her and told him to follow her lead. The woman next to him
gave him a wide berth.

Scott watched as her hips swayed to the music and her feet
beat out a complicated pattern on the floor. After a couple of
minutes of watching her, he felt confident he could do it. Trying
once more, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he could do
most of the steps he saw Marie doing.

After an hour or so of dancing, he was confident enough to
move back up to the front row. Marie welcomed him with a grin.
"See didn't Ah tell ya it would be easy."

He just shrugged sheepishly at her. They soon made it to
another level and Scott found himself in a competition with
another man who was trying to impress Marie. Scott improvised
some steps and found himself having more fun than he could ever
remember having before. The other man held up his hands in
defeat and congratulated Scott on his originality.

Scott soon found himself teaching other dancers the steps
he had been doing during his little psuedo competion. Marie
laughed her ass off watching him trying to teach a little old woman
who seemed bent on feeling him up instead of paying attention to
him.

After a couple more hours, Scott convinced Marie to join
him on the main floor for the couples dancing. A slow song came
on just as they had made their way onto the floor and he pulled her
in close to him. She laid her head on his shoulder and he guided
them through the other dancers careful to keep them at a distance.

The night seemed to end to soon for him as the owner
announced over the loud speaker that they would be closing in
twenty minutes. He wasn't the only person to let out a groan. Some
of the line dancers came over, patted him on the back, and told him
they hoped to see him the next night. He felt a big goofy grin take
hold of his mouth. He'd never had such a good time.

Marie made her tiredness known and he helped her out to
the car. It wasn't hard to find a hotel. After depositing Marie in her
room, he went into his own. He was still on a high from all the
excitement he'd had that night and couldn't imagine getting much
sleep that night. But after getting undressed and lying down it was
only a matter of moments before he dropped of to sleep. The goofy
grin still in place.