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Logan and Ororo has a secret.
Chapter 10 - Our Little Secret

Relationship Status - married


When she awoke, it was to something delicious happening to her ear. She moved her head slightly, but it bumped into another one leaning over her. “Wake up and kiss me, woman,” the deep gravelly voice demanded. Warm, moist lips hung above hers, moving slightly until her lips parted to greet a most enthusiastic mouth. It was too much of an effort to open her eyes, but she did lift her arms from beneath the warmth of the comforter to caress the back of Logan’s strong, muscular neck.

“Ya taste good, ‘Ro,” he murmured into her ear and began doing what he had done before to awaken her.

She opened her eyes far enough to see her beloved kneeling beside her king size bed. His arm lay heavy around her waist and with the slightest pressure, he turned her to face him. His mouth closed over hers once again. The kiss deepened, his tongue skillfully pillaging her mouth.

“Logan,” she breathed dreamily when his mouth rerouted to the hollow of her throat. His breath hot against her already warm, tasty flesh. “You should not be in here doing this.”

“Scooch over.”

“The others..."

"Are mindin' their own business. Scooch over.”

Blindly she obeyed him, moving over far enough for him to lie down beside her. He eased the comforter over himself and pushed against her gently until she lay on her back looking up at him as he leaned over her.

“Logan, we can’t…”

“Sure we can, darlin’.”

“Mmmm…”

“Mornin’ beautiful,” he muttered thickly.

“A good morning to you too, my love,” she whispered. Pushing conscience and common sense aside, she smoothed her finger over his dark brows. Her roaming finger eventually found its way down his nose to his lips to outline them in an unintentional seductive invitation. Logan groaned away his restraint and fell on her mouth again, ravenous for the taste of her.

When he released her mouth, she stared at him through half-closed eyes. “Mmmm...Logan, what if someone comes looking for me?

“I’ll smell ‘em. ‘Sides, yer on vacation and they know ta leave ya alone.”

She rose an elegant eyebrow at him in suspicion. “You did not do anything that will reveal us, did you?”

He smirked. “Maybe it’s time they found out.”

His hand smoothed down the front of her camisole, deftly slipping it over her head without any measurable objection from her. She was braless and Logan closed his eyes silently thanking whatever deity placed her into his life. He opened his eyes and looked at her through lustful eyes. “‘Ro,” he sighed reverently.

He skimmed his fingers across the gentle swell of her breasts, then moved them to play with the dark chocolate nipples that begged for his attention. They hardened as he admired and played with them. He knew the exact amount of pressure to apply, as he gently rolled them between his thumb and index finger. Ororo couldn’t help either the instinctive arching of her back or the lustful moan that tore from her throat. His eyes melted into hers an instant before he lowered his head.

She was plunged into a whirlwind of desire, when he kissed her nipple, gently tugging at the tasty morsel. With each tiny tug, her womb contracted. “Logan,” she cried softly, pressing closer to him.

“I want ya, ‘Ro. Now.”

His hand covered her breast as his mouth traced down the groove between her ribs. He quickly worked to divest her of the boxer shorts and exposed her navel to his nimble tongue, kissing it evocatively.

“Ya feel so damn good,” he whispered against her belly as he tasted it with delightful nibbles. When he encountered her naked feminine center, he inhaled deeply and shuddered. “Christ, ‘Ro. Do ya know what ya do ta me?” His intense desire was evident in the tightness of his voice and the proof of his need rested like a hot steel rod against her thigh.

The sudden tensing of his body brought her out of her desire induced haze. She clamped her hand over his where it lay at the top of her thighs. “Who is it?”

“One Eye.”

Five seconds later, there was a knock on her door. “’Roro? Are you awake?”

She cleared her throat, attempting to clear it of some of the huskiness. “What is it Scott?”

“I’m just checking to see if you are alright. You don’t usually sleep in late.”

Logan opened his mouth to reply to Scott, but with one sharp look from Ororo, he promptly shut up. “I...I..Have you forgotten that I am on vacation, Scott?”

“Not at all. But Jean and I were wondering if you will like to hang out with us today.” Scott made to open her door, but quickly found out it was locked. He frowned. She’s never locked her door before.

“Thank you for the offer Scott, but I already have plans.”

Scott’s eyebrow lifted in surprise. This was certainly unexpected. First, she locked her room door, now she has plans. He couldn’t wait to tell Jean. “Wow, ok. Well, see you later then, ‘Roro.”

They waited until Scott’s footsteps faded away. Logan swore viciously. “Only Scooter can kill a hard on.”

Ororo giggled. “I am sorry.”

“A man can’t even give his wife a proper mornin’ greetin'.”

She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on his lips. “We can have our fun later, my love. But for now, let us get ready for our trip.”

He grinned, his canines flashing. He got up off the bed in one swift motion, suddenly eager to hit the road up north. They were heading to his home, well actually now it was their home, in Canada for a well-deserved break and an overdue honeymoon. He couldn’t wait to get his woman, his wife, his soul mate alone and away from the prying eyes and meddlesome bodies of the mansion. Six months as husband and wife and none of the mansion’s residents were none the wiser to the change in their relationship status. Well, no one except Charles, Rogue and Remy, that is. Frankly, he didn’t care if their marriage was exposed to the rest of them, but Ororo wanted to keep their relationship private and if keeping their secret to themselves made her happy, then he would go along with whatever his Goddess wanted.

Ororo was rummaging through her bureau for some underclothes, when she happened to turn around in time to catch a goofy grin on his ruggedly handsome face. “What are you thinking about?”

With his face still contorted into that grin, he closed the short distance between them and cupped her beautiful face in his hands. “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout religion, darlin’ and all da ways I’m gonna worship ma Goddess.” He kissed her quickly and pointedly before releasing her and making his way out of her loft.

Ororo smiled dreamily. She flew into the bathroom, hastily completing her morning toilette. She was all of a sudden impatient to have her Wolverine teach her all about his newly found religion.





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