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Logan.

LOGAN.

Oh, Goddess, no, have to…to…

Ororo’s eyes flew open now. Logan’s pulse pounded as he wove back and forth, bringing himself beneath her, enveloped by her shadow.

Can’tmiss. Can’tmiss. Can’tmiss. Can’tmiss. He was nearly blown off his feet by the force of the updraft that Ororo summoned at the last half-second, practically knocking him over as she cushioned and slowed her own fall. She was spent. Logan thought he heard her moaning as he stretched his arms up, praying to God that Ororo wouldn’t be feeling it in the morning when…

“OOOOOOGhhh!” FHWAAAMMM! Ororo crashed squarely into his chest, nearly taking his head off as her crown connected with his jaw. He staggered back several steps until he tripped over his own feet, taking her with him. Logan’s teeth bit down on his tongue as his back hit the grass, but he didn’t care. His arms shuddered, clenching around Ororo, clutching her to him as he groaned his relief. Ororo’s hair was plastered over the side her face, tickling his cheek. Logan counted the shuddering breaths that sawed in and out of her lips.

For another few minutes, Logan and Ororo remained there, listening to the rain until it began to subside to a steady, gentle shower. The clouds lightened to a dove gray.

Be honest with her, Patch. Tell her.

“What the flamin’ hell were ya thinkin,’ ‘Ro, pullin’ that stunt? What the fuck did ya think ya possibly had ta prove?”

That wasn’t what ya were s’posed ta…

Fuck off. Quit interruptin’ me.

Suit yerself, genius.

Ororo winced, stiffening against him as she struggled to sit up. “Logan ““

“Stay put.” Logan’s arms clamped around her, cutting off her escape. Ororo let out a faint “oof” as she was pulled back into his solid bulk. She was so dizzy. On second though, perhaps it was best to just lay her head against his chest, after all. Logan tucked the top of her head under his chin, attempting to make her more comfortable even as he bit back a litany of curses.

“Look at me,” he ordered. He felt her shake her head. Logan wasn’t in the mood for another round of cat and mouse. “Dammit, woman, look at me! Look me in the eye. It’s the least ya can do after scarin’ the hell outta me. AGAIN. This’ll be the second time in as many months that I’ll have had ta cart yer soakin’ wet carcass back into the house, just ‘cause ya couldn’t be up front with me, talk ta me.” Ororo’s eyes snapped open, peering up into his face, drinking in the firm, masculine line of his darkly stubbled jaw and flare of his nostrils.

“I don’t…need your help anymore.” Raindrops dribbled off the tip of Ororo’s nose, tickling her upper lip. “You don’t have to stay behind on my account, if you need to get away. It’s been hard, Logan. I know how it is for y-you, being pent up inside, trying to help me. I know taking some of our workouts outside has helped, but…you need room to move, to breathe. I n-never wanted to crowd you. Smother you.”

“Ah, shit.” Ororo’s eyes grew round before her brows beetled together, raising her face to peer down at him. Logan reached up to brush an errant lock of hair off her forehead. All of it had escaped its orderly ponytail, leaving it hanging in utter disarray and flecked with bits of grass from her impromptu landing. Logan’s fingers raked through the wet, wavy mass, his chest rumbling beneath Ororo’s hands. “How can you sit here an’ say that? What’s this all about?”

“You came home so late. This isn’t the first time, lately, and…”

“…an’ don’t think fer one goddamned minute it’s about you, or at least not about helpin’ you.” Logan’s hand fisted in her hair, abruptly tugging her closer. “There’s a few things ya need ta understand ‘bout me, ‘Ro. It was hard watching ya almost die. Shit, I almost lost you, Rogue, and the Cajun all in one fell swoop. For what seemed like the longest, most hellish seconds of my life, you died, ‘Ro. I couldn’t save ya, and you died on me.” His voice cracked, choked with emotion. “D’ya have any idea how many times I’ve watched the ones that I love die on me? An’ how it twists the knife in my gut when it’s you?” His fingers actually trembled as they stroked a delicate, searing path down her cheek.

“Don’t you think I know how that feels?” Logan’s pupils dilated briefly. Ororo felt something in him change, his heart beginning to hammer anew. She traced the edge of his soaked neckline, greedily relishing the textures of the fabric, the sprinkling of dark hairs over his collarbones. “Every time…every time you walk out that door, it’s…too…too…” Her lips trembled before she dropped her head, biting her knuckles where they had fisted themselves in his shirt. “Too much. Too much.” She shook her head and sniffled, avoiding his eyes.

“What…?”

“I can’t compete with your wanderlust, I can’t just stand by every time you walk out on me and pretend it isn’t killing me. I can’t keep letting you go, knowing damned well that you may not come back. I can’t hold you back, and I can’t let go,” she babbled, her deep rasp rising on a wail. Logan’s fierce, restraining grip on Ororo to keep her from ambling off dissolved into an embrace that was tender and thorough.

“So that’s what that was all about? Ya wanted ta strut yer stuff an’ let me off the hook?” Ororo nodded miserably.

“Ororo.” His voice was quiet and reflective. Ororo raised herself onto her elbow and faced him again. His use of her formal name surprised her. “Remember that day in the infirmary, when I promised I wouldn’t be satisfied with your rehab til you could knock me on my ass?” She nodded, then understanding dawned in her eyes. Her lips parted in a faint gasp. “Ya passed with flying colors.” Before she could ask him to elaborate, even though it was obvious, he hauled her against him, her full length pliant and pressed into every contour of his body, angling his head up to capture her mouth in his.

“Mmmph.” Logan devoured the throaty sound of shock from her lips. It had been rough. Weeks of trying not to give in, trying not to be distracted by how he felt. Didn’t help. She’d worked her way into his system like a slow drink of whiskey, and he was craving another taste. He nibbled insistently at her lips as they dropped open like flower petals. He pressed his advantage as his tongue swept inside, stroking hers in a sensual dance. Logan took his time sampling every flavor she had to offer. He raked his fingers through her hair, tugging at it as he kissed and nibbled his way down her chin, memorizing the shape of it with his teeth. Ororo whimpered with longing. His mouth was hot as it began its journey down the slender column of her neck.

“You’re…making it hard…to continue this discussion.”

“Talk’s over,” he assured her. His lips crept up, his tongue laving her throat back up to her sensitive earlobe. He held it captive between his teeth as he suckled it, breathing hot swirls into the canal as he inhaled her heady scent. She arched and squirmed against him, reveling in the friction that caused. Arousal and heat pooled in her feminine center as she rubbed her body along his. Logan felt a tightening of his flesh where Ororo’s Lycra-clad softness moved rhythmically, primitively over the bulge she helped create. Ororo’s palms flattened against his chest as she explored the pebbled nubs beneath his shirt. Ororo couldn’t stand it anymore and ducked her head, nipping him through the fabric of his T-shirt, teasing the morsel and enflaming him. Logan bucked in surprise.

“Logan, I…I never thanked you for all you’ve done for me,” Ororo murmured as she levered herself up, loathe to pull away from his warmth. The clouds finally dispersed, allowing spears of sunlight to piece the gloom. Ororo’s hair began to spring into curly tendrils as it slowly dried, clinging to her in a graceful spill. She straddled Logan, fidgeting against him and nestling him against her softness. He groaned loudly as she settled herself, his hips pressing up to meet her.

“Thought we were done talkin’, ‘Ro.” His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her in place as he writhed beneath her. Ororo threw her head back on a moan, her eyes fluttering shut as she tested the movement again.

“Logan…”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“I’m…going to thank you now.” Her pelvis rocked, stroking him with her softness as she stared down into his eyes.

“Shit,” he whispered. Ororo peeled off her sopping shirt and flung it onto the grass with a soft plop. Logan trailed one fingertip lazily over her ribcage, down her flat belly, unable to believe his luck. Her hands reached down to work on the button fly of his jeans, jerking them open, one at a time. Her efforts were leisurely and deliberate. Logan’s chiseled lips quirked up into a smile that left Ororo no doubts as to whether he wanted to stay. Ororo yanked the hem of his T-shirt from his waistband and eased it up over his taut abdomen, revealing the narrow, dark happy trail and inny navel, rippling pectorals and the fine mat of curling dark hair. Logan helped her to remove it, reaching behind his neck to pull the collar over his head. His shirt joined hers on the sodden grass. Ororo sucked in a breath at the feast laid out before her. She lightly flicked her nail against a café au lait-colored nipple, watching it harden.

Ororo ran her hands down his chest, savoring the feel of him. She leaned down to kiss him again, framing him with her arms as her hair tented their faces. Her hands worked their way into his thick, crisp waves of hair, clutching it as her their tongues swirled together again. Logan couldn’t get enough of her, of this infuriating angel who had, quite literally, fallen from the sky. He stroked her smooth skin, caressing her arms, shoulders, feathering his fingertip over her collarbones. His fingers trailed between her breasts and landed on the front-opening hook of her pale blue satin bra. He tugged on it, then flexed the clasp out, allowing it to pop open. Her breasts spilled free from their restraint, and he gratefully caught them in his palms. Ororo jerked and moaned against him, arching into his touch. Logan kneaded them, hefting their weight and roundness, running his thumbs against the turgid peaks.

Still thirsty, urged that voice in his head.

Logan gripped her bottom, kneading it, pressing and grinding her against him before he scooted her up, bringing her breasts closer for more thorough inspection. They were a double scoop of mocha perfection, each one crowned with a chocolate drop. They’d left the table without getting to dessert. Logan remedied that now. He drew one straining nipple into his mouth and suckled it, making Ororo quiver and buck. She threw her head back. “Goddess help me. Logan…feels…so right. I beg you, don’t stop.”

“Never,” he grated out. He laved, nipped and sucked his prize as Ororo continued to rock herself against him. The bulge beneath her seemingly grew, hardening even more. Logan moved onto her other breast, giving it equal attention so it wouldn’t feel neglected. He urged Ororo on, groping and kneading her rump. Each time she rubbed against him, her pelvis nudged the open waistband of his jeans lower. Ororo’s mouth traveled over his forehead, temples, cheekbones, nibbling the crowns, drifting over his eyelids and tasting his lashes. They skimmed down the length of his nose, pecking the very tip before she hovered at the corners of his mouth, tasting his smile. Ororo nudged his jawline with her nose, encouraging him to show his throat. He gave her easy access and gave thanks with another loud groan as she explored his pulse. Lower and lower she crept, leaving no inch of him untasted or unloved. Her nipples grazed his chest, then his stomach, until she was perched between his thighs that had spread open of their own accord.

“Ya don’t have ta ““

“Hush.” Logan nearly came off the ground as Ororo freed his straining erection from the stubborn denim and kissed the plump head.

“O…kayyy,” he choked out. Her palms skimmed over his washboard stomach and curled into the nest of springy dark hair as she worked on him, engulfing him in the heat of her mouth. Her tongue stroked and caressed him. Logan fought for some semblance of control, but her tongue was committing sweet torture.

Ororo lingered between his thighs, raising them to give herself better access, and wrapping her hands around them, occasionally nuzzling her cheek against the sensitive inner flesh. He tasted salty, tangy and entirely male. His shaft moved and bobbed within her wetness of its own volition, the engorged head pulsing against the roof of her mouth. Ororo. Just when Logan thought it couldn’t get any better, Ororo shifted herself, cradling his balls in the nook of her breasts, cushioning him as she bent back down to her task. Ororo’s mouth ringed him firmly, sheathing him, taking away all semblance of reason. Ragged sounds were wrung from him as he clutched his fists in her silky white hair, tugging her as close as he could.

“Can’t…keep this up, ‘Ro. Please,” he hissed. “Need…inside…of you. Want you…so much right now. Now, please. PLEASE.” Ororo released her lips from him with a small pop. His shaft jutted up, stiff and fully erect. Logan flinched as the cool afternoon air hit his damp, tingling flesh. Ororo twisted around and dug her hands into the waistband of the stubborn Lycra, shucking the shorts and her light blue thong all at once. Like a lioness sizing up her prey, she crawled toward him on all fours and dipped her lips to him again, barely grazing the tip.

“Logan? Do you need me?”

“Y-yesssss.” She wrapped her lips around him again, giving another teasing pull. Logan dug his fingers into the ground beneath him. “God, yes.” She inched up again, plunging the tip of her tongue into his navel.

“Tell me again.”

“I need you, ‘Ro.” Mercilessly she bit the heaving muscles over his ribcage, steaming them with her breath.

“Again. I need to hear it, Logan.” First one, then the other nipple met her tender assault before she dragged her tongue up to his collarbones. “I need you to need me. As I’ve needed you all this time.” She feathered kisses against his Adam’s apple. Logan cupped her face, his eyes piercing in their intensity. His thumb skimmed her lips, parting them. Her teeth scraped the tip.

“I need you, and I want you so much it hurts. I wanted ta wait til you were strong enough, sweetheart, but I’m not strong enough ta hold back for another goddamn second.” Logan gripped her hips and levered her over his erection and drew her down in one thrust, sheathing himself in her depths. Ororo’s sharp cry rang out as he filled her, stretching her, making her complete. They fitted together like two pieces of a puzzle. Ororo paused, enjoying the fullness for one languorous moment before covering his mouth with hers. Then she began to move her hips, and he was lost. The grass tickled Ororo’s kneecaps as she pressed her length against him sinuously, making love to him tenderly as she watched his face. Logan’s arms were steel bands wrapped around her torso, his short nails scrabbling down her spine as she rose up and lowered herself, again and again. Her face loomed over his, more beautiful than he could describe as she gasped and chanted his name. “Logaannnnn…”

“Yer so tight, so hot. Dammit, darlin’, ya feel so damned good. Like silk.” Her breasts scraped against his chest, the friction of his coarse hair against her nipples driving her mad. Ororo felt that telltale sensation in her cervix as he pushed himself into her, matching her rhythm. He groped her buttock and squeezed, sucking her lower lip between his as they fell open on a deep moan. Ororo felt her world tipping on its axis as Logan thrust her upright, his hands locked on her upper arms as he helped her to sit astride him.

“Ride me, ‘Ro. Ride me hard and fast.” He thrust himself up, burying himself in her warmth. Ororo growled her assent in her throat and eased her palms up his stomach, stroking and teasing him before she planted them flat against his chest. Before Logan could get his bearings, Ororo pulled herself almost all the way off of him, then plunged back down. The cords of muscle in Logan’s throat strained as he clenched his jaw, then roared his approval to the sky. Every thrust of her hips was smooth and precise. Her clitoris rubbed against him each time they made contact, her walls coddling and squeezing the length of him. Logan reached down to ease her torment, teasing the tiny pearl with his thumb, now slick with her juices. Ororo’s hips undulated, spurred on by Logan’s choked demand to go faster. Harder. Her womb began to shudder as she felt Logan tense inside her walls, nearing his own climax. She was a majestic sight, hair long and wild, firm, generous breasts jiggling with the momentum, nearly incoherent words falling from her mouth.

Ororo was knocked off-balance and held immobile as Logan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him as he convulsed. Ororo buried her face in his neck as his spasms rocked her, triggering her own orgasm after a few more thrusts. She flexed against him, her guttural cries vibrating through his flesh as she bit him.

All was quiet. Logan blinked up at the fair sky, dotted with sparse clouds. He almost laughed out loud when he saw the double rainbow streaking across the horizon.

He didn’t expect any less.

Ororo’s breathing began to slow to a normal pace. Logan’s member retracted back to normal proportions and slipped from its nest. He nuzzled Ororo’s forehead, kissing her and lavishing her with caresses.

“Logan?” He almost couldn’t believe that she had enough energy left to speak.

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“You realize now that even though I don’t need anymore help with my recovery, I won’t be able to let you go now.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured.” Logan pondered something for a moment. “Er…’Ro, does this mean ya don’t wanna kick me outta the mansion anymore?” She pinched him. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Mmmm.” She raised her face to his, stroking his cheek. “Logan? Does this count as crowding you?”

“Hell, no!” Logan swallowed her giggles as he pulled her down for a bruising kiss. “But maybe ya could do me a favor, darlin’,” he suggested.

“Name it.”

“Could ya untangle me from my pants?” Ororo’s head spun around, her eyes darting to Logan’s jeans, still soaked and bunched up below his knees. She could see the toes of his leather boots sticking out and lost it, and unladylike crack of laughter exploding from her throat.

“Glad yer enjoyin’ yerself.”

“I’ll (giggle) do better than that, Logan (guffaw). Give me (hee) a moment.” Ororo reluctantly left his embrace and with some effort, stood up and reached for his hand. Logan hefted himself up with only slight assistance, not attempting to walk. Ororo sighed, still smiling at the sight that he made.

“Now it’s my turn to haul your wet carcass back into the house,” Ororo promised, wrapping her arms around his waist and inhaling the scent of his sun-warmed skin. Logan groaned and looked down, startled to see himself hovering above the ground. Ororo floated them up to the balcony of her loft, where she commenced to…untangle him.





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