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Author's Chapter Notes:
Logan joins his lady love for a sunset dance amongst the clouds
Chapter 35 “ Dance With Me

Relationship Status “ established


“Ya want me ta do what?” Logan’s voice boomed as he slowly stood from where he was leaning against the balcony’s railing in Ororo’s loft. He had almost choked from the smoke billowing from the stogie he was enjoying at her ridiculous question. He was keeping an eye at her and marveling at her as she did one of the few things she unquestionably enjoyed…riding her winds.

“Will you dance with me, my dearest?” She repeated from her hovering position in front of him.

He threw her a look that basically questioned her sanity. “Ain’t happenin’, darlin’.”

Ororo grinned at the disbelief she heard in her lover’s voice. “Come on. It will be fun.” She landed gracefully in front of where he was standing on the balcony and looped her arms around his neck, gently rubbing her nose against his before lightly tracing his lips with hers. “Besides, I have wanted to do this with you for a very long time.”

His brows rose in doubt. Yep…she definitely needed her head checked. Especially if she think that his feet were leaving steady ground. He hated being in the air, hated flying. He didn’t know where the phobia manifested from and reckoned that it quite possibly stemmed from some trauma that happened in his long life. But, the bottom line was he loved having his feet planted on solid ground, not dangling with nothing but air and clouds underneath. Hell, he hated flying so much that it was literally a struggle every time he had to go aboard the blackbird.

“Please?” She pouted.

Aww hell! He could never resist that sexy pout she was sending his way right now. He stepped out of her hold, so he wouldn’t get suckered into her web and went to lounge in the rocker she kept on the balcony. “’Ro…” he grumbled, “Ya know I love ya and would gladly do a lot of things wid ya, but that ain’t one of them.”

“It will be fine, Logan. I would not let anything happen to you,” Ororo entreated. “You can trust me.”

“I trust ya wid my life, darlin’, but air dancin’ ain’t somethin’ I wanna test that life wid. Nope.” He shook his head no back and forth, reminding her of a little child. He rammed the remnants of the stogie between his lips to get one last shot of nicotine.

“It will make me happy if you come with me.”

His grin was positively wolfish. “I can think of a much better, more enjoyable activity fer me ta come wid ya, darlin’.” He wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis.

Ororo rolled her eyes playfully. “You and your one track mind.” She waltzed over to where he was now reclining. His outward calmness completely betrayed the terror she knew he must be feeling inside at the mere thought of air dancing with her. She knew about his fear of flying, as much as he knew about her claustrophobia. She offered him a tentative smile in sympathy as she took up a seat on his lap.

He immediately put out whatever was left of the cigar and moved to embrace her. His embrace was encompassing as he felt the thrum of the last trace of energy still inside her from her earlier wind riding. “Baby, ya know I’ll do anything fer ya…but don’t ask me ta do that.”

Ororo sighed inwardly as she returned his embrace, laying her head on his shoulder. “I know, my love. But it is something that I enjoy and I would love for you to enjoy it with me as well.”

Logan groaned and she smiled, knowing that she was breaking down his defenses. She raised her head from his shoulder and gently tilted his chin so they were holding each other’s gaze. She saw the trepidation in his and he saw the security in hers. She ran her manicured fingertip down his cheek and he jumped slightly as he felt a jolt of electricity filling him. “Ya fight dirty, darlin’,” he rumbled resignedly.

She gifted him with a beautiful smile, her eyes wandering back and forth between milky white and sapphire blue. He was captivated as he held her gaze.

“Dance with me.”

“This is flamin’ nuts.”

“Come and go with me, my love,” she summoned, her voice eerily echoing. “Come with me. I will keep you safe.”

Ororo slowly stood, the remaining light from the setting sun casting a glow upon her, from the white strands on her head, to her shoeless feet. Logan was in awe at the mystical picture she made. She reached for his hand and pulled him to stand with her. “Come.”

Logan knew he was sunk. Before him was the Goddess he loved, the Goddess whom he would do anything for. And right now, his Goddess beckoned him.

His legs had a mind of their own as he stumbled behind her to stand in the middle of the balcony. Before he could rethink the utter madness of what he was about to do, her arms wrapped around him as a strong updraft pommelled them. His arms wrapped around her and he held on to her tightly as the wind tore through his locks and made him quake with fear. Ororo, on the other hand, boasted a serene and comforting smile as her hair whipped around them and became charged with a fresh spurt of energy that left him in complete shock.

“Ready, love?”

“Christ. This is flamin’ nuts,” he repeated, the tremble in his voice evident.

She laughed at the litany of profanities pouring out of his mouth as she pulsated with the raw power that she commanded.

Closing his eyes tightly, he held onto to her for dear life as a Jetstream seemingly came out of nowhere and flung them into the air. He felt his stomach sink to his feet and a weird noise of what can only be termed a mixture of a scream and a growl was torn from his lips. He felt as if he was caught up in a tornado and the roar of the winds pulverized his sensitive hearing.

Ororo looked at him and smiled gently, urging him to relax and to trust her. Knowing that he had no choice, he closed his eyes in submission and allowed her to guide him and keep him safe. He felt the drubbing of their pulses and heartbeats as he allowed her to escort him in a series of aerial maneuvers, twists and turns.

As he relaxed and surrendered to her mastery of the elements, he couldn’t help but feel alive, filled with a rare kind of energy that can only be offered by this woman, this Goddess who commanded the winds and air currents to do her biding with such glee. Logan couldn’t help but join her in that glee, couldn’t help but feel protected and loved wrapped up in her strength.

As they danced and laughed the evening away, with the myriad of colors of the setting sun as their backdrop, there were three things that Logan knew he was absolutely positively sure about. One, he loved this woman whose arms currently enveloped him, beyond reason. Two, he would do anything, even if it was sheer lunacy, for her. Three, he was never ever partaking in air dancing again, no matter how much she beseeched and pouted at him.





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