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Author's Chapter Notes:
Logan keeps his distance from the mansion’s residents and confronts Ororo about her resentment for him
Chapter 37 “ Seclusion

Relationship Status “ pre

Good God Almighty! Did this ice queen have anything better to do other than rant at him? It seemed as if she constantly singled him out just for the sake of railing at him for one thing or the other. The Wolverine muttered a litany of curses. Every damn second in this damn mansion was grating on whatever nerves he had left. He was continuously antsy, itching for some action and knew that it was only a matter of time before he succumb to his urges and hightailed it to his beloved Canada. Canada was nice this time of year, just before the first snow fall…crisp clean air was calling his name and he needed to escape from the ice cold weather witch. Because if she so much as cornered him one more time to rant at him for whichever of her precious rules he may have violated, he wouldn’t be responsible for the consequences of his actions. So far, he has been keeping a tight lid on his boiling temper, which in itself wasn’t good, knowing the type of person he was. However, like all things once heated and filled with unmitigated pressure, he knew he was going to blow his top and blow it soon. And he was positive that the last thing they wanted to see was an enraged Wolverine.

Tonight, like most nights, he had opted to skip dinner and keep his own company. Tonight, he opted to just lounge in his room. He looked around, taking in his digs, it was a very nice room, spacious, big bed, attached bathroom…more than what he remembered ever having to himself. He just didn’t feel like being around the clowns in this place tonight, or any other night for that matter. He would have loved to be hanging out at some seedy dive tonight, either brawling or enjoying some good brew, attempting to get some semblance of a buzz. But the damn weather refused to cooperate with him. There was no ozone in the air, so he knew this was a natural storm, not one of hers. So, here he was in the dark, lounging naked in the comfortable sturdy leather recliner he had brought for himself, puffing on a stogie, with a beer within reach on the side table near him.

As always, in his solitude, his thoughts were dismal and sour…especially when he thought about that bossy, constantly aggravating weather manipulator. Seriously, who in the hell did she think she was? Every time he turned around, she was right there, in his face, accusing him of doing some shit or the other. He was getting mighty tired of it. He has been a member of Xavier’s ragtag band for just a little over three months and as he had done since he had took up residence at this damn circus, wondered what the hell he was doing there. He didn’t really care for any of the residents here…well maybe with the exception of good ole Chuck. He wouldn’t say this out loud, although he was sure Charles already knew, since nothing escaped the man, but he respected Xavier and all he had accomplished. The man didn’t let his disability hinder him…and being the world’s greatest telepath didn’t hurt either. As for the children he was charged with protecting and teaching, he tolerated them when he had too. It wasn’t an easy task, especially when you had a few of the girls asking his opinion on one thing or the other. Like he cared about the latest boy band or clothing and makeup trend.

Beast, Rogue and the Cajun were alright. Even though they were friendly enough, they gave him his space and left him alone…so he tolerated them too. There was no love lost between him and the one-eyed freak that’s for sure. The team’s first in command seemed to have a permanent stick stuck up his ass and in Logan’s short time here, he had been sorely tempted many times to pull it out. They clashed on almost everything…especially when he went after the beautiful redhead constantly plastered to the Boy Scout’s side. There was something about Jean that drew her to him, the feelings he felt stirring inside of him were evidence of that and it didn’t hurt that the biggest, greatest added bonus ever was getting a rise out of the Boy Scout when he was chasing her and flirting with her.

That left the ice queen. The one and only Ororo. For some reason, she had taken an immediate dislike to him. Who the hell was she to judge him? Who the hell was any of these freaks to judge him? But Ororo simply took it to a whole new level. She antagonized him constantly, criticizing him at every turn. Well if she wasn’t going to be cordial to him, why the hell should he be to her? He wasn’t begging for anyone to like him. He was a loner and didn’t need anyone. Yet, he couldn’t deny that he had a persistent awareness of her…hell who was he kidding, it was an attraction, one that he was powerless to stop no matter how hard he tried. And he was trying. He didn’t want anything to do with her.

Lightning lit up the sky and illuminated his room in a burst of bright light, at his harsh thought. Taking a huge puff of what was remaining of his cigar then a healthy long dose of beer, he sighed. He glanced up at the lightened time on the digital clock on his dresser. 12:14 Am. Everyone should be long gone about their business by now, so he should be able to head down to the kitchen to grab his last six pack and a snack. With that in mind, he rose to his feet, drained the remnants of the beer can and snuffed out his cigar in the ashtray. Walking over to his bed, he reached down for the sweatpants and T-shirt he had pulled off earlier and quickly hauled them on.

On trained silent feet, he made his way to the kitchen with the trash from his room. So far so….shit! Vanilla, sandalwood and freshly fallen rain. The one person he didn’t care to see was in the damn kitchen. So much for his quick in and out. He temporarily toyed with the idea of nixing his plans and just heading back upstairs to get some much needed rest, but it seemed cowardly and the Wolverine was no blasted coward. Besides, she needed to be put in her place and know that he was sick and tired of her condemnations.

Steeling himself, he entered the kitchen purposefully ignoring her. It was a helluva task. Her scent was filling his nostrils, not to mention the pretty picture she made in the blue silk robe that was tightly wrapped around her body, flaunting those dangerous curves she was in possession of. His beast even raised its head and growled inwardly just knowing they were in her presence. Dispelling those wayward and unwanted thoughts, he walked over to toss his trash in its appropriate place, before moving over to the refrigerator to grab the six pack he had stored deep in the back of the fridge. Placing the cans on the counter, he then sauntered over to the food pantry to grab a pack of Oreos and bag of Lays salt and vinegar potato chips. Grabbing his beer, he strode out the kitchen as resolutely as he had come in.

He was just about to cross the threshold into the hallway when her smoky voice called out to him. “Late night?”

He paused, squashing the rumble making its way up his throat. Electing to continue ignoring her, he moved to leave, however, she just had to provoke him. “Need I keep reminding you that smoking indoors is against the rules?”

Slowly, Logan turned, his predatory eyes raking over her as she filled the tea kettle with water and then moved over to the stove where she switched the burner on before placing the kettle over it. As the water began to heat, she moved over to the cabinet where she stood on her toes to get her favorite cup and then over to the pantry to grab a teabag.

“Yes, I know smokin’ is against yer precious rules. I just don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout them,” he rumbled.

“Do you always have to be so crass, Logan?”

“Do ya always have ta be such a…”

“Watch your mouth, Wolverine,” she scolded. “I will not tolerate your rudeness.”

Who the hell was she talking to like that? He wasn’t one of her students and he was positive that he was at least three times her age. “Too damn bad, Goddess,” he scoffed. “I could care less ‘bout what ya want ta tolerate. I’ll say what I damn well please.”

Ororo shook her head. “You mouth is so disgusting,” she mumbled to herself, turning to make sure the water was heating. Unfortunately for her, his superior hearing enabled him to hear her words.

Shrugging, he retorted by letting loose a string of curses that would make a sailor seem like a choirboy.

She took grave offense when she heard him muttered that she was a prissy, uppity bitch. Turning back to him, she frowned. “There is no need for you to curse. But then again why am I surprised? Cursing and being rude are all you are good at.”

A deep mirthless laugh answered her. He didn’t miss her slight shiver. “Ya don’t care fer me very much, do ya Goddess?” He growled then leered at her brazenly. “And I can assure ya, there’s a helluva lot more I’m good at…ta bad ya ain’t me type else ya would’ve been already howlin’ fer joy, Goddess.”

She attempted to feel anger at his words, but instead she felt a surge of desire sweep over her. She sighed in obvious relief when the shrill sound of the kettle whistling let’s her know that her water was ready. Quickly, she moved to turn the burner off. Her hands shook as she unwrapped the teabag from its packaging and placed it in cup, before pouring the hot steaming water in. She watched as the water went from clear to a light brown in seconds. She knew he was looking at her...she could feel those predacious eyes, piercing through her. She suddenly felt naked under the robe.

Schooling her features into a calm mask of indifference and squelching the stab of desire that had assailed her since he walked into the room, she replied, “Whatever gave you that idea, Wolverine?” Bringing the cup up to her lips, she took a dainty sip of the hot liquid, quietly observing him through the rising steam of the tea.

Logan scoffed. He didn’t have the time or patience for her games. “Ya could stand there and be high and mighty all ya want, but we both know the truth. Ya don’t care fer me and believe me toots, the feelin’ is more than mutual. Since I’ve been here, ya’ve done nothing but criticize me and judge me and I’m sick of it.”

She offered him a patronizing smile. “Think whatever you want, Wolverine, but do know that I would not allow you to taint this school and all that it stands for,” she replied insolently.

Logan growled low, unflustered by her condescension. He wasn’t going to blow his top and give her the satisfaction that she was apparently hoping for to prove that he was nothing but a hothead rule breaker. “Ya don’t know shit ‘bout me. None of ya clowns here know nothin’ ‘bout me, but ya all go ‘round handin’ out judgments like yer hands are clean.” Logan shook his head, taking a deep breath, absolutely refusing to let her get under his skin. It was a battle as his beast wanted to him to show her who was truly the superior one. “I don’t know what the hell ya want from me, but just stay the hell away from me and we won’t have any problems.” With his beer and snacks clutched in his hands, he stalked out of the kitchen, intent on getting the sight and scent of her out of his mind.





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