MAYBE I'M BRAINLESS
MAYBE I'M WISE
BUT YOU'VE GOT ME SEEING
THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES
SOMEHOW I'VE FALLEN
UNDER YOUR SPELL
AND SOMEHOW I'M FEELING
IT'S "UP" THAT I FELL ...

Logan walked upstairs to go to bed, but was surprised to end up in Storm's attic. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the white-haired beauty standing out in the gentle breeze on her balcony. Feelings he had buried about her long ago came rushing to the surface, and he wondered why he ignored them before.

Quietly, he crept onto the balcony, being careful not to startle her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She gasped and turned to look at him. "Hey, 'Ro," he said, looking into her eyes. Before he could stop himself, he had pressed his lips against hers. The spark he felt between them made him feel brainless and stupid for not seeing it before.

The kiss deepened, and he lead them to the bed, placing her down gently, and going from her lips to her neck and back up again. He kept himself from taking her, should she have second thoughts about this, and instead settled for kisses and holding her in his arms.

"Logan..." She whispered a few hours later. "Is this a dream?"

"No, darlin'," Logan replied, caressing her face. "This is not a dream, this is real."

"Kiss me..." She said. Logan obliged gladly, while also pressing her to his body a little too tightly.

She truly is a weather witch, Logan thought as their bodies melted against each other, while still being fully clothed. The way I feel about her now could not possibly have happened unless she up done kind of spell on me... Or maybe you were in love with her the entire time, and just ignored the signs... Whatever the case, though, Logan knew that instead of down, he had fallen up, for the goddess asleep in his arms.