The night wind blowing over them in the convertible on their way back to the mansion was perfect for the ending of another night of partying to forget their troubles. While she feigned sleep against the passenger side door, Scott was fully aware that Ororo was dreading the return to the estate, as he drove them closer to home. She wasn't alone, he had no more desire to return than she did, but face the objects of their discord they must as another day was fast approaching.
Since the horrible revelation of the betrayal to them both, they had found mutual solace in one another, just as they had long ago as siblings seeking peace from a world that hated them. And just as then Scott was not willing to let her hide inside a shell without his being there to let her know she was not alone. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel he playfully reached over and pulled a lock of her wind tossed hair.
"Do that again dear brother and you risk a titty-twister, or at the very least a wet-willy." she responded without opening her eyes or turning her head in acknowledgement of his tease.
"Don't forget who taught you how to do a wet-willy and as for either of your idle threats, remember I'm driving."
"Your point being. I can still get the best of you Scott summers, I always have and always will. You can never get the upper hand on me because you love me too much." she said, finally straightening up from her comfortable position of reclining against the door.
Scott opened his mouth to give a witty rejoinder, but upon reflection, quickly snapped it shut.
"See what I mean. Score one for the clever sister and zilch for the overprotective brother." It was finished off with a wiggle of her shapely brows and a confident smirk.
A side toss of his head an a small 'humph', said it all for Scott, as he reached over to affectionately squeeze her hand. They rode home in silence the rest of the way, still holding on to each others hand.
Instead of driving her to the boathouse, Scott parked the car in the garage, knowing she preferred to summon her winds to carry her the rest of the way. This time though instead of saying goodnights with a warm hug, Scott halted her exit, as he leaned against the passenger side door he had chivalrously opened for her.
"Sis, how long are we going to keep side stepping our real problems and covering them over with a blanket of our nightly escapades? You know dad knows all about them, we've been doing it for over a week now, and to be quite honest I'm more than a little exhausted. We're not teenagers anymore O' and frankly I could use more than two or three hours of sleep."
Slowly Ororo turned to face her brother. She still wasn't ready to deal with the truth of his words concerning their dancing the night away and bar hopping to avoid confronting what they were escaping from.
Scott took the time to look at her and he saw it, no matter how she tried to hide it, it was written all over her, simply and clearly put, she was angry. His beloved sister who had to temper her emotions at all times was furious. Her body so tense a hurricane couldn't knock her over she was so rigid. Coming back home the release she had found in dancing freely with him to the thrum of the clubs and bars music, was gone.
"Not now Scott." As always her few carefully spoken words tried to mask her true feelings.
Knowing her as well as he did, behind his tinted lenses Scott still saw the slight slumping of her shoulders, telling all too well the hurt that festered behind her well put up facade.
"If I leave it up to you it will never be sis. We can't keep acting as if we don't have to face up to what has happened. No amount of partying or shutting out the world till there's only just the two of us will make all of our pain, anger and frustration go away. We owe it to ourselves and those who are counting on us to get our shit together. What doesn't break us only makes us stronger, and you'll never break us. Remember?" He spoke of a danger room lesson they had both taught the younger X-men during which they were getting their collective behinds handed to them by the brotherhood, till a feisty, snow-haired weather goddess had inspired them all to victory with the exact same words.
With the most timid and trembling sound he had ever heard come from her resonant voice, barely above a whisper, staring him straight in his lens covered eyes, seeing almost to his very soul, she spoke, "I don't have any strength left right now brother, I...I fear,...I am broken." a sudden gut wrenching gasp broke through her painstakingly built defenses.
Suddenly Scott had her safely ensconced within the shelter of his strong arms. He knew no tears would fall, but the uncontrollable shaking of her overwhelmed being was telling of the emotion she kept suppressed that was crying out for release from its tightly held prison. No she wasn't weak, nor was she broken. Ororo Munroe was still the strongest person he knew, but the pain she was enduring caused him to desire to kill Logan and thoroughly castigate Jean afresh and anew. Honestly not just for Ororo, but for a little satisfaction for himself as well. Okay to be honest, a lot of satisfaction.
"I'm sorry sis,...I'm sorry," he said, gently rubbing circles on her back. Her sorrow was enough to cause his heart to break all over again. She needed an anchor and he wouldn't fail her, however long she wanted he would stand by her. All else be damned.
Logan stood outside the master bedroom door after pacing for nearly ten minutes. He hadn't spent more than three minutes in her presence since he divulged his tryst with Jean to her. But now he couldn't believe what his nose had picked up coming so strongly from her room. One-eye! What the flamin"! Why would he be inside Ro's bedroom at six-fifteen in the morning. Logan kept telling himself they were like brother and sister, but hell, a man was a man and a woman was a woman. No way no other man didn't want Ororo if they weren't blood related.
Logan had eyes and had seen on more occasions than he wanted to remember, the male members of the mansion enjoying the view of the beautiful weather goddess. Hell, he had even seen the admiration of her in the eyes of their enemies in the heat of battle. And though he didn't have much confidence in Scooters finesse in the bedroom, he didn't put it past any man not to try if he could with Ororo.
Still he had no right to be as incensed as he was. Wasn't he the jerk who had lost the prize due to what he was imagining going on behind her closed door. Damn it to hell, he was a fool, but he was a fool still in love. How could the so called siblings act as drunken lovers in a room right across the hall from his no less.
Yes, his enhanced sense of smell picked up the pervasive scent of alcohol, mixed in with both of their distinct aromas. thought the pungent scent of arousal or some form of intercourse was missing, because of his over active imagination and irritation, Logan let his mind think the worst, due also to his feelings for the admired goddess. And even though his hearing was just as enhanced he purposely didn't want to hear any form of intimacy between Ro and One-eye.
What he did want was to gut the unscrupulous, opportunistic bastard. Ahhhh to hell with it,...he gave one side fisted pound on the door before slinging it open, giving it a damn good shot at denting the wall behind it.
Sitting up in the bed beneath a deep piled white pillow-stitched comforter, sat a startled Ororo, with one hand smoothing hair from her face, while she tried to blow stray strands from her blurred vision.
Opposite her Scott lay on his stomach atop the comforter, in his boxer briefs, smoothly snoring. Soon to be dead!
Of their own accord all six adamantium claws burst forth between Logan's knuckles, as his fists clenched and unclenched. His eyes were unaable to leave the barely dressed X-man, as he tried to take deep breaths before he pounced on him. The Wolverine was due to make an appearance any second.
"Get out!" A very angry weather witch spoke through clenched teeth, as she sat glaring at him.
"Him first." Logan tossed his head towards the still sleeping Scott.
Ororo threw the cover back and leapt from the bed to stand face to face, with the fuming Wolverine.
Damn she was beautiful. He knew he had no right to make any demands of her, but right now he really didn't give a shit. He couldn't back away and he wouldn't back down.
She stood before him once again clad only in the tiniest of camisole tops and tap pants. His hands ached to reach out to her, while his mind played the cruelest of jokes on him, reminding him of the joy, ecstasy and pure release of them being together in every way.
"I said get out."
"So what is this tit," he let his eyes drop to take in her heaving breasts, "for tat? Making payback a bitch darlin', you know you can do much better."
"I guess you were late to the meeting so let me catch you up to speed. You and I mean nothing. Something you have made painfully clear. Whoever I choose to take to my bed is none of your concern. And as for better," she crossed her arms and turned her head to take a quick glance towards Scott, then glared back at Logan, "I've definitely already done worse."
His claws found their home again within his forearms. Her words missed their mark, as he smelled the truth behind their supposed sting. He allowed himself to hope that all was not lost with that new found knowledge that she still cared deeply for him. Little did she know the fact was that even with his ultimate indiscretion he had found his life mate in her and was incapable of just walking away from her completely. It explained his lack of any physical or emotional pleasure with Jean, though he still couldn't comprehend how he had succumbed in the first place. His mind was usually almost impossible for telepaths to enter. And loving Storm the way that he did, he had no desire for Jean or any other female.
Instead of acting on the lingering feelings he now knew she had for him, he decided to try goading her a little more just to sweeten the pot of his need to have some kind or response reciprocated towards him.
"Brother and sister hunh, darlin'. I'd say more like kissin' cousins or inces..."
Before he could finish his crude remark, Ororo had raised her hand to deliver him a stinging blow. Swiftly he caught her hand in mid strike, wrapped his free arm around her waist and drew her to him in a crushing embrace, as his hungry mouth made a feast of her own. Where there had been anger, passion quickly erupted. Feverishly she surrendered to her own desires as Logan's led him to capture every curve with his roaming hands he had already committed to agonizing memory. He could care less about Scott being in the room, he pressed his strained manhood to her center. All the while knowing he had pushed her too far and beyond the limits for his own wellbeing.
"...what do you think you are doing?!" she breathed, pulling herself together and away from him.
Again Logan looked from her and the future she had represented to him a short while ago, to Scott before saying the second most honest thing he had ever said in his life right before he turned and walked away, "Dyin'."
Mofo peeked around the door, his head hung low to spy his mistress rubbing her palms in frustration down the sides of he tap pants. In mimic of his master he woefully turned and ambled off, with the saddest of whimpers being his expression of all he felt.
"So are you going to tell me what that was or leave me to draw my own conclusion on the matter?" said Scott, as he stood in her bathroom doorway toweling his wet hair, wearing a pair of grey X sweats, straight from his shower one hour later.
She sat at the vanity table brushing her hair.
The brush stopped, "It was nothing."
"From where I lay, quite still and deserving an Oscar I might add, it sure in the hell didn't seem like 'nothing'. Tell me if I'm wrong or did I see you kissing him back for all you were worth?"
"A momentary lapse in judgment, due to your suggestion of 'Come on sis let's toast to all the good things we can come up with', two bottles of dads tequila later you're passed out mumbling about aliens abducting Logan forever and I close my eyes to have my dreams so blurry I couldn't even see them."
"Sure blame me for your lips getting super glued to his while your hands skied down his chest. Excuse me while I puke a little," this time he made the motions of puffing out his cheeks and gagging. He couldn't help but tease her again. "And did I miss something or did you really let him think that you and I..."
"Scott Summers, don't you dare go there. Besides I'm not responsible for anything someone else thinks, especially if that someone barges in where they shouldn't have in the first place."
"You know you are becoming absolutely wicked," he said, walking over to her to bend down and place a small peck on her cheek, "I'm glad I'm in the boat with you cause everyone else could be about to drown."
This time her aim was sure as she playfully elbowed him in the abdomen.
"Come on let's go see Hank for one of his miracle cures for what ails us, namely our massive hangovers."
Seriously this time she stood to cradle his face in both of her hands and say, "Only I don't think anyone has a quick cure for our true malady dear brother. But please give me time and I will get there and no way am I ever leaving you behind.
Again they found themselves in the sympathetic, comforting embrace of each other. Outside of their arms, there was no Jean or Logan, just the purity of a brother and sister who would do whatever it took to love, and protect the other.
On the small back porch steps, Logan sat smoking his usual morning cigar, as he scratched Mofo beneath his muzzle. His ears picking up the entire conversation from her open windows above him. Maybe all was not lost just yet. She still cared enough for him to do all she could to erase him from her mind. So far to no avail.
Casually he leaned against the porch pillar and slowly puffed on his cigar. For the first time in a long time enjoying his vice.
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It's been sooo long and I wanted to post sooo badly. I am sincerely sorry for the long delay, but unfortunately a lot of things happened. With that all said here is an update, with more to come soon I promise.
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