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Author's Chapter Notes:
Ororo has a date and Logan is none to happy about it.
Chapter 5 - Date Night Accusations

Relationship Status - pre


*The character of David Maitland is totally arbitrary*


Each time she thought about the evening to come, she got butterflies in her stomach. Ororo hadn't heard from nor seen David Maitland since he asked her out a week ago. All she knew about Professor Xavier's visiting friend was that he was in New York for important government business at the United Nations regarding mutant rights. She couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't call her just to say hello, but then again, this evening wasn't as special to him as it was to her. There were several reasons why tonight's date was momentous. It was her first official date since the string of disastrous blind dates she'd had. Her escort, in addition to being one of Charles' good friends, was a modern day equivalent of Prince Charming. And if she was completely honest with herself, he was a means by which to forget about the uncivilized, feral mutant living in the mansion. In a very short time, Logan had become a worrying facet in her life.

As she sat at her vanity applying her makeup and putting on her jewelry, she was bombarded by unwanted thoughts of the rugged Wolverine. She didn't like thinking about the heat that always pooled in the lower part of her body when she saw his rippling, intimidating physique. She hated remembering how he always rendered her speechless with that penetrating, steely grey stare that was exclusively his. Each night when she retired to her haven, she pretended he didn't exist and tried to banish all thoughts of him, but as always, it was to no avail.

She got up from her position at the vanity and walked over to the side of her bed and eyed the outfit she will be wearing and couldn't help the slow smile that broke across her face. She opted for a white flowing halter-style chiffon maxi dress and silver stiletto sandals. As she changed into the outfit, she couldn't help but feel sexy and confident. With her glorious white mane cascading around her head in soft ringlet curls, she looked positively stunning. Ororo finished dressing and after giving herself one last glance in the full length mirror, she switched off her loft light and went downstairs to wait for her escort in the foyer.

A high pitched squeal drew her attention as she descended the last few steps to the foyer. Arranging her face into a smile, she turned to see Kitty, Rogue and Jubilee all running up to where she stood, all with looks of awe on their faces. Kitty raved. "Oh. My. God. Ororo, you look breathtaking." Both Rogue and Jubilee simply nodded their heads in affirmation as they behold their shero.

"Who da hell is makin' all that racket?" Four pairs of eyes turned to see Logan making his way down the stairs, dressed in his workout gear. While the younger mutants' eyes couldn't hold the Wolverine's stare for more than a few seconds, Ororo's lingered. Logan raised a bushy eyebrow at her outfit, admiring her from head to toe. He absolutely loved what he saw, her lovely dress, outlining her soft, feminine silhouette and her beautiful hair cascading around her gorgeous face giving her an ethereal appearance. His body reacted harshly and he emitted a soft growl in response.

Ororo's traitorous body reacted to his heated gaze and she silently cursed him. She contorted her features into a scowl, but before she can acknowledge him, he asked, "Why ya all dressed up? Ya goin' out?"

"Yup, she's got a hot date tonight," Jubilee piped in.

His inquiring gaze found Ororo and she wished he'd leave. Damn him! Why did he have to show up when David was due to arrive any minute? Her chin stuck out defensively. She didn't owe him any explanations, no matter how impugning his expression.

The idea of her going out on a "hot date" didn't sit well with him. However, his voice was controlled when he said, "Enjoy ya evenin', Storm."

Before she can offer a retort, the doorbell rang. "That will be him." Kitty, Rogue and Jubilee all squealed, but Ororo shushed them and ask them to leave. But they were reluctant to leave, as they wanted to get another look at Xavier's handsome, aristocratic, suave friend, however, they relented and did as their idol asked. She turned to open the door, wishing that Logan would have enough decency to leave. She answered the door on David's second ring. His broad smile was genuine as the eye of a hurricane, which was apposite, since he was the center of a storm unbeknownst to him.

She greeted him with a warm smile of her own. "Hello, David. Please come in."

"Sorry I am late Ororo. My driver missed the mansion the first time around before…"

He broke off when he spotted Logan lounging against the wall. Ankles crossed, arms casually folded across his chest, the air around him was that of an animal who had staked his claim. Ororo cleared her throat as the two men assessed each other. "David, this is my colleague, Logan."

David stepped forward, having heard of the enigmatic mutant from Xavier. Logan languidly pushed himself away from the wall.

He turned to Ororo. "Are you ready? We have reservations." He placed a hand in the small of Ororo's back, which caused Logan to suppress a growl.

"Yes, I am." She led her date outside, without sparing a backward glance to the irate Wolverine.

Her date by all means had been a success. David was a gentleman about everything. He directed the conversation to a myriad of topics which she found interesting and even invited her to the dance floor, where they moved well together. Her insides had been warmed by the high quality wine, the savory food and the rich dessert. Her date was as dashing as a movie star and was paying attention to her. She felt beautiful, light headed and playful.

"Thank you again, David. I had a wonderful evening."

"The pleasure was mine. Sleep well Ororo. Hopefully, I will see you soon."

David brushed his lips across her forehead. She gave him one last smile, then slipped through the front door of the mansion. She took several steps toward the nearest light switch, but before she found it, Logan's voice lashed out at her out of the darkness. "Have a good time?"

"Goddess!" Ororo exclaimed. "You scared ten years off my life." Switching on the light, she found him seated on the bottom step of the stairs. He was barefooted and dressed in only a pair of worn out jeans.

"Have a good time?" He repeated through lips that barely moved.

His voice was one decibel away from a growl. In her present mood, Ororo took offense. Not that her personal life was any of his business anyway. Flashing him a sensational smile, she said, "I had a fabulous evening." For emphasis, she shivered in delight, earning her a scowl from him.

He was acting like a surly brute, but dammit, he was so damn attractive despite his antagonism. "If you do not mind Logan, I am going to bed. I am very tired."

She moved towards the stairs, but before she can begin her ascension, he stood up and faced her full on. His muscular, hairy chest was on full display for her and she was doing her best to keep her eyes from taking it all in. "What da cavalier had ya doin' all night, Storm?"

She glared at him. "I do not like your tone of voice, Logan."

"Well, too damn bad. This is da tone yer gonna get."

"I do not have to listen to you at all. Goodnight." She drew herself up straight and turned to head upstairs.

He was on her like his namesake the wolverine and grabbed her upper arm. He spun her around to face him. "Do ya know what time it is?"

His rough treatment startled her, his question implying nasty innuendos. "Almost one thirty," she replied sweetly. "Why?"

His jaw clenched with fury. "Why ya comin' in so late? What were ya doin' all this time?"

"Having dinner."

"Fer all this damn time?"

"Oh, do be quiet Wolverine."

He lowered his voice, but repeated his words in an incriminating hiss. She refused to retort to his accusations, but lowered her eyes, trying her best to look rattled by his accusations. "Ya slept with him, didn't ya?"

She gave him a sugary smile. His jaw clenched tighter, the skin across his cheeks stretched taut. His steely grays were filled with rage and jealousy. She wrangled her arm free from his grasp. "You are my teammate, Logan, not my father." She drew in a deep breath. "Now, kindly move, so I can go to my room."

She didn't even wait to hear his reply. She pushed him out of her way and quickly marched upstairs. Who the hell did he think he was? He had no right to invade her privacy this way. However, as she made her way to her loft, she couldn't help but recall the unmistakable look of rage and jealousy in his eyes. She laughed softly to herself. The Wolverine, the most dangerous man in the world was jealous. She smiled at the implications, feelings of self-assuredness, sexiness and dire, uninhibited need overwhelmed her. But her need wasn't for her debonair escort tonight, but for the vexing, perplexing feral at the bottom of the stairs, currently glaring daggers into her retreating back.





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