Disclaimer: The characters mentioned in this story are the property of Marvel and of course, I’m not attempting to make any money from this. I’m just attempting to get my creative juices following for my RoLo epic that I’m currently writing. Yes, this is movie fiction. And although I wasn’t expecting on writing a sequel, I will if I get any interest. And the song used in this fic is from Def Leopard.


Holiday Blues


Ororo stood in the window watching as Scott and Jean climbed into their Jeep Cherokee. She raised her hand and waved one finally time before allowing the heavy drapes to fall back into place sealing her into solitude with only the old mansion to keep her company. With a sigh, Ororo made her way up to her room to change into something more comfortable. With most of the kids spending the holidays with their families, the professor taking the rest to Scotland for the holidays, and Scott and Jean spending the week-end at Jean’s parent’s home, Ororo had the mansion to herself. And while she would usually spend the time moping around grading papers and preparing for the Spring Semester, she had made a vow to herself that she would have fun even if it killed her. For once, the holiday blues were not going to get her down.

Logan bit down the curse that threatened to erupt from him as he pushed his bike into the garage. What was it about the holidays that brought out the worst in most people? And why did everyone in the entire damn country decide to travel this day of all days? He could have easily pulled off the road and camped out until traffic died down, but after spending the last couple of months on the road hunting down leads about his past, the only thing Logan wanted was a cold beer and a hot shower. Not that he was getting soft or anything, but he could think of worst ways of spending the holidays other than hanging out at the school. And now that he was back at the mansion, putting up with the jerks on the road had been worth it. Now he was just going to slip up to his room and catch a few z’s to make up for the past 72 hours…..


Step inside
(Walk this way)
You and me babe
(Hey, hey!)

Logan grabbed his ears as the mansion seemed to vibrate from the few first lines of the song.

“What in the hell?” Logan growled as he made his way to the den. However the sight of Ororo clad only in socks and a white shirt sliding across the floor stopped Logan in his tracks.

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
(Be your man)

Logan bit his tongue to keep from growling as she moved her hips in a slow grind before moving her hands to seductively lift her hair. The silvery locks fell back into place as raised her hands to the sky and a gentle breeze swept the room lifting her a few inches from the floor.

Hey!
(Huh!)
Hey!
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah
Hey!

Suddenly feeling light headed, Logan realized that he had stopped breathing since entering the den. He slowly released the breath that he was holding as he stepped back into the shadows. Hell, the last thing he wanted to do was to alert Ororo to his presence- especially when he was getting a show like this. With her arms above her hands and her hips moving to the beat, the shirt that Logan suddenly wished was shorter had slipped a few inches higher revealing more of her smooth, brown hips. The last time he was here, Ororo had been more like background music with Jean taking front stage. He had thought that Ororo was quiet and reserved. Sure he had checked out her body, he would have been blind not to have noticed her nice little package, but now for the life of him he couldn’t remember why he hadn’t paid more attention.

C'mon
Take a bottle
Shake it up
Break the bubble
Break it up
(Pour some sugar on me)
Ooh, in the name of love
(Pour some sugar on me)
C'mon fire me up
(Pour your sugar on me)
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet yeah

The breeze suddenly died and Ororo dropped to her feet moving her head causing her hair to swing hypnotically to the words. She grabbed the collar of her shirt as if she intended to tear it apart instead she moved her hands slowly over her body causing Logan to wish that he had a cigarette. She teasingly undid the first button before moving to the second giving Logan a great view of her cleavage. Somewhere deep in his mind, he could feel his conscience urging him to either walk away or to let her know that he was there, but his feet seemed glued to the floor and he was unable to tear his eyes from the goddess before him. All coherent thought fled him as the animal in him rose to appreciate the sight before him. And at this point, Logan knew that the only sounds that he could make were lusty growls.

Listen!
Red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up
(Loosen up)
I loosen up
You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah
(Yeah!)
Give a little more

Logan fought down the growl that threaten to erupt from him. She was graceful as hell and yet there was something so damn feral about her. He watched as she closed her eyes loosing herself to the music. Electricity seemed to radiant from her reaching across the room finding its way to him. He took a deep breath finding the scent that was so her- Sandalwood. He had noticed the last time that he was there that she had a gentle, clean, natural smell about her. Then, he had been too busy watching Jean to notice what it was, but now…. His thoughts suddenly screeched to a stop as Ororo once again grabbed her shirt and tugged causing the buttons to fly everywhere revealing to Logan a lacey white bra and panties.

Take a bottle
Shake it up
Break the bubble
Break it up
(Pour some sugar on me)
Ooh, in the name of love
(Pour some sugar on me)
C'mon fire me up
(Pour your sugar on me)
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet yeah

Calm down, boy. Logan mentally urged himself. It’s not like he hadn’t known that she had a body to die for- Hell, that black leather uniform had already confirmed that, but damn, Ororo was down right erotic. The contrast of the whiteness of her hair, bra and panties only made her smooth caramel color skin look even more exotic. Logan groaned painfully as he realized that his jeans had suddenly gotten tighter.

(You got the peaches, I got the cream)
Sweet to taste
(Saccharine)
'Cos I'm hot
(Hot!)
So hot
Sticky sweet from my head
(Head!)
My head
(Head to my feet)
To my feet
Do you take sugar?
One lump or two?

Torture. This was sweet, painful torture- Logan decided as he attempted to readjust his jeans to a more comfortable position. She was perfectly in tune with her body. There wasn’t an ounce of uncertainty in her moves. And curves. Definitely in the right places. She had the body of a goddess. The lithe of a panther. And his claws were suddenly itching to be released.

Take a bottle
(Take a bottle)
Shake it up
(Shake it up)
Break the bubble
Break it up
(Break it up)
(Pour some sugar on me)
Ooh, in the name of love
(Pour some sugar on me)
C'mon fire me up
(Pour your sugar on me)
Oh, I can't get enough
(Pour some sugar on me)
Oh, in the name of love
(Pour some sugar on me)
Get all, come get it
(Pour your sugar on me)
Ooh
(Pour some sugar on me)
Yeah!
Sugar me!

As the song faded away, Ororo began to laugh. “Eat your heart out,!” She shouted to no one in particular. She bowed to her invisible audience and began to throw kisses to the imaginary spectators; however, when a lone applause started behind her, she shrieked as she turned to find Logan standing in the shadows outside the den.

“So what are you going to do for an encore?” Logan asked with a smirk.

Holiday Blues
Part 2

Ororo froze like a startled deer in front of the headlights of a car as Logan grinned from ear to ear. The word “BUSTED” pulsated between them. At that moment, Ororo realized she had two choices. She could run up to her room giving Logan plenty of ammunition against her. However even as she contemplated that idea, visions of him tormenting her for as long as he stayed around this time flashed quickly before her eyes.

“Definitely, not an option, Ororo,” she mentally told herself. So that left her with only one choice- she had to take control of the situation. Forcing herself to smile as cockily as she could, she calmly watched as Logan sarcastic grinned turned into puzzlement at her challenging stance.

“Five, four, three,…” Ororo mentally counted down the seconds.

I've got the stuff that you want,
I've got the thing that you need.
I've got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees
cause I'm the queen of the night,
The queen of the night
Oh yeah,
(Oh yeah, oh yeah./just say it, say it, say. 'cause I'm the queen of the night,
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.)

As the chorus of the song began, Ororo grabbed her open white shirt and tugged it off fighting off the desire to laugh as Logan mouth dropped opened. She slowly ran her hands down her body before dropping to her knees and crawling slowly towards him before jumping back up and raising her hands to the ceiling with a teasing smile on her face. As always, her moments were perfectly controlled, yet she moved with the wild abandonment of the wind making each of her gestures alluring and enticing. With a shake of her head, she turned away from him and walked a few steps away from him knowing that she had his full attention.

Don't make no difference
If I'm wrong or I'm right,
I've got the feeling
And I'm willing tonight.
Well, I ain't nobody's angel.
What can I say?
Well, I'm just that way.

She turned back to face him and placed her hands on her hips. Backing up, she dropped into one of the chairs in the den and crossed her legs. Now going on pure instinct, as she ran her fingers through her hair, she summoned a thick fog to surround them effectively dimming the lights in the den. Standing up again, she walked back to him and ran her a teasing hand down his face before grabbing his arms and wrapping them around her hips. She raised her head and stared defiantly into his gray eyes as she moved erotically against him. Even with the music blaring, she could hear the growl slowly building inside of him. She didn’t try to fight the smile of victory that crossed her lips as she felt him try to position himself so that she couldn’t feel his arousal.

“Gotcha,” she mentally gloated.

I've got the stuff that you want,
I've got the thing that you need.
I've got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees
cause I'm the queen of the night,
The queen of the night
Oh yeah,
(Oh yeah, oh yeah./just say it, say it, say. 'cause I'm the queen of the night,
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.)

Feeling a little naughty, Ororo decided not to fight the urge to sensually grind her hips against Logan as the growl that she was waiting for finally found it’s way out. She quickly realized that she was now playing with fire. One of the things that she had first recognized in Logan was that he was a lot like her. They were both creatures of nature- more comfortable in the wild than civilization. And yet she couldn’t stop from losing herself in the rhythmic beat of the music which made her movement become more and more energetic and pulsating. Never loosing the erotic pulse of the music, she stepped away from Logan as she raised her hands above her head and offered this moment to her goddess.

You got a problem
With the way that I am?
They say I'm trouble and I don't give a damn.
But when I'm bad,
I know I'm better.
I just wanna get loose,
And turn it up for you.

Without warning, she suddenly twirled away from him before coming to rest only a few feet from him. Shaking her hips to the music, she beckoned for him to join her in the center of the den. Once he had joined her in the den, she gently pushed him down in the chair that she had abandoned earlier. Dropping to her knees before him, she placed each of her hands on his thighs feeling the muscles jump at her caress. Raking her nails across his jean clad thighs, she raised herself before him before straddling him in the chair. She leaned in towards him until their faces were only inches apart.

“Happy Holidays, Wolverine,” she whispered before getting up and walking from the den leaving a stun Logan sitting in the chair.

When she reached the stairs, she turned around to find Logan starring at her, she blew him a kiss before skipping up the stairs leaving the music blaring in the den.

I've got the stuff that you want,
I've got the thing that you need.
I've got more than enough
To make you drop to your knees
cause I'm the queen of the night,
The queen of the night
Oh yeah,
(Oh yeah, oh yeah./just say it, say it, say. 'cause I'm the queen of the night,
The queen of the night, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.)
I am the queen of the night, the queen of the night, oh yeah.
cause I'm the queen of the night, the queen of the night, oh yeah.

Holiday Blues
(Part 3)

Disclaimer: As in the previous parts of this story, both Logan and Ororo belong to Marvel. I’m not attempting to make any money from this. The song being used is Prince’s Scandalous from the Batman Soundtrack. Oh, yeah- And for everyone who wanted it- this is definitely NC-17!!!!!!

Goddess! What in the world had she been thinking? It would serve her right if Logan had followed her upstairs demanding that she finished what she had started. A slight tremble rocked her body as she imagined him slashing through the door and throwing her on the bed. Taking her clothes off and… She brought her erotic train of thoughts to a screeching halt. Yes, that proved it. She was certifiable crazy.

She barely knew the man for Goddess sake. The first time he was there, he had only stayed for a couple of days and the entire time, he had chased after Jean. He had totally ignored her as if she was not worth a second glance. And yet, here she was having wicked fantasies about him and her doing the horizontal tango.

Ororo began to giggle. The look on his face when she had skipped up the stairs after blowing him a kiss was priceless. If nothing if, Logan now realized that she was just as much of a woman as Jean. Not that she cared what he thought, Ororo quickly reminded herself. She was totally secure with herself. After all, she was not one of those women who needed a man to feel good about herself. She was an intelligent and attractive woman totally in control of her life. And still here she sat on her bed for the past hour waiting.

That’s it. Ororo pushed herself off of the bed. Logan was not coming and she did not want him to chase after her anyway. She was going to have a nice relaxing bath and then she would turn in with a good book. As she moved around her attic loft lighting candles for her bath, the solemn silence of the mansion seemed to taunt her. “I could make it rain,” she teased herself knowing that she would never use her powers for such a selfish need. Instead, she stood before her stereo searching for a cd to match her mood.

Downstairs, Logan paced around the den like a caged tiger. O.k. he had been wrong. Ororo sure in hell wasn’t background music. She was in your face, down right sexy, hard rock.

Logan groaned as soon as the words formed in his head. Considering the condition that she had left him in, hard was the wrong word for him to be thinking.
Speaking of his condition, what in the hell was he going to do. Cold shower. Hell no. He was too far gone for that. Maybe a good fight to get his mind off… Damn it. He just had to use the words get off. He groaned again. O.k. fighting wasn’t going to get it.

He stopped pacing and began to unsheathe and sheathe his claws. He couldn’t remember the last time that a woman had gotten him as worked up as Ororo had him. His body was screaming for release and he knew that only one thing would soothe the savage beast that was beginning to stir within him. Without even realizing that he had come to a decision, he made his way to the stairs. Taking two steps at a time, he paused just outside her bedroom door listening as she moved around her room. He cautiously sniffed at the scents drifting from her room. The delicate aroma of Sandalwood and…he sniffed again. Yep, lust. So she was just as effected as he was. A satisfied grin graced his rugged face as a slow, seductive beat beckoned him through the door.

Come. Closer.
Feel what U've been dyin' 4
Don't be afraid, baby
Touch it and explode
Understand, understand that I love U
But more than that - I want U
Everybody always told me
"Good things come 2 those who wait"
But I've got so much on the menu
I just can't wait, I just can't, I can't wait baby
I can't wait baby
I can wrap my legs around U girl
Cuz sugar, U know U're just the kind of lover
That I've been looking 4
2 night why don't we skip all the 4 play, mamma
And just get down here on the floor

Ororo leaned her head back as she allowed her body to sink deeper into the tub. Hmmm! This was definitely what the doctor ordered. She reached out a gentle hand to caress a bubble that had escaped from the tub. What was it about bubbles and candles that could totally put her at ease? She closed her eyes as she lifted one elegant leg from the bubbly water.
“How’s the water?”

Ororo shrieked as she jumped up from her relaxing position causing water to splash out onto the floor. Her hands alternated between gripping the sides of the tub and crossing in front of her breasts. “Logan, what are you doing?”

He walked closer to the tub without answering. Instead, his eyes narrowed as he reached out to capture a bubble.

“Do you mind?” Ororo struggled to keep the indignity in her voice as she took in the fact that Logan had removed both his jacket and his shirt leaving him in a black t-shirt and black jeans. “He does not look good. He does not look good,” she began to mentally chant to herself.

“Didn’t take ya for being modest, ‘Ro,” the deepness of his voice seemed to echo in the room.

“Well, that’s only fair since I didn’t take you for a voyeur.”

Logan smiled as he reached out and removed the pins that held Ororo’s thick white locks piled on top of her head. “Look’s like we’ve got a lot to learn about each other.”

Ororo attempted to swat his hands away, but she finally gave up as he persisted until her hair dropped down her shoulders. “Then the first thing you should learn is that…” Whatever else she was about to say was cut off as Logan leaned down and claimed her mouth with his.

Scandalous
I'm talkin' about U and me
Marvelous - baby, baby, can't U see
Anything U've ever dreamed of
I'm willing 2 be
2 night it's gonna be scandalous
Cuz 2 night I'm gonna be your fantasy


Logan barely registered as Ororo pulled him down into her bath with him. Somewhere deep in his conscience, he registered that water was going everywhere and that there would probably be hell to pay later. However, at the moment, he had his hands full with the water nymph beneath him.

He pulled his lips from hers as he began to rain kisses down to her rapidly beating pulse above her collarbone. She raised her head to allow him better access as he continued his descent down her body. His hands cupped her breasts as he ran his thumb over the already hard nipples. She whimpered as she grabbed his head and pulled his mouth back to her own. Their tongues meet in a wet and slippery duel until he finally pulled her tongue into his mouth in slow, unhurried thrusts.

He felt her hands as they tugged his t-shirt up and she raked her nails across his chest. With a growl, he grabbed the offending article and pulled the wet t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor of the bathroom.

“Your jeans,” Ororo muttered when Logan pulled away to lick the sensitive spot behind her earlobe in long strokes.

“Hmmm?” Logan didn’t bother to raise his head as his hands slide lower into the water until Ororo felt him urging her legs apart.

“Your jeans.” Ororo ran her hands down his chest admiring the feel of his body beneath her hands. She followed the trail of hair down his chest until it disappeared into the waste of his jeans beneath the bubbly water. She unsnapped his jeans and reached into them to grab his penis. At his sharp intake of breath, a womanly smiled adorned her face. He looked up meeting her teasing blue eyes with hungry gray ones.

“Your jeans,” she repeated again in a whisper. Logan growled as he sat up in the water and pulled her up with him. Stepping from the tub, he reached back to pick her up and carried her over to her bed.

My dearest, my dearest
(Whisper) Whisper a question
With my body (body) I'll scream a reply
Anything's acceptable
Just ask me and I'll try it
2 hell with hesitation
2 hell with the reasons why

Scandalous
I'm talkin' about U and me
Marvelous - baby, baby, can't U see
Anything U've ever dreamed of
I'm willing 2 be
2 night it's gonna be scandalous
Cuz 2 night I'm gonna be your fantasy


Ororo stretch comfortably on the bed as she watched Logan remove the rest of his wet clothing before joining her on the bed. A fleeting thought of him possible being to huge for her floated through her mind before he was once again kissing her senseless. Ororo shivered as Logan continued to explore her body for the first time. His hands were gentle, yet firm as he seemed intent on discovering every valley and peak of her sizzling body.

Ororo moaned- a wanton, pleasured plea for Logan to continue his exploration of her body for every part of her body that he discovered with his fingers, his tongue was behind mapping the discovery. His motions were neither hurried nor slowed but purposefully worshipping her body. Without warning, he suddenly rolled Ororo on top so that she was straddling his hips as his hands continued their searching. His fingers lingered on her hips before moving slowly to knead her rounded buttocks and tracing one finger down her smooth brown legs.

“You really do have white hair,” he murmured as his hand made its way to the junction between her legs.
Ororo moved her hands down his chest amazed at the contrast of the coloring. Whereas she was the color of warm caramel, he was the color of golden honey tempting her just as the nectar of the gods had tempted mankind for ages. Lowering her head, she rained kisses down his chest loving the hot feel of his skin against hers. When she reached his nipple, she bit down gently invoking a growl from him.

In a fluid motion, he rolled her beneath him so that he now hovered above her. Ororo automatically wrapped her legs around him as she closed her eyes for him to enter her. However, when nothing happened, she opened her eyes to find him staring intensely at her.

“You’re not background music,” he stated seriously as he looked down at her. However, before she could question what he meant, he slid inside her taking her breath away.

Baby, baby, baby
Oh girl, the things U make me do!
Genius is the only way 2 describe U
Anything U've ever dreamed of baby
Just ask me - I'll do, I'll do,
I'll do it 4 U baby

Anything at all
Spirits rise and spirits fall
Anything U ever dreamed off, I'm willing 2 be
2 night is gonna be scandalous
Cuz 2 night I'm, 2 night I'm gonna be your fantasy!


Stars. Brilliant bright stars flashed rapidly before his eyes as he slid into the depths of Ororo. Damn, she was so hot and tight. He looked down to find her eyes closed as she bit her bottom lip to hold back another whimper of pleasure. At that moment, Logan realized that she was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen. Her lips were slightly bruised from his kisses and her wet hair appeared to be a cloud around her.

“Open your eyes, ‘Ro,” Logan commanded as he fought against the animal in him demanding that he drive into her.

Lust ridden blue eyes open. “Please, Logan,” Ororo pleaded as she moved her hips up to deepen his penetration.

With a growl, he pushed himself entirely into her womanly depths burying himself to the hilt. And in a rhythm that was as old as time, he began to move faster and harder. Deeper and harder he drove. With each thrust, Ororo raised her hips meeting him thrust for thrust. She wrapped her legs tighter around his thighs as she began to pant for air. She could feel the tidal wave coming- crashing towards her as Logan sent her into an explosive release as her body tightened into a spasm before shattering into a million pieces. And with one final thrust, he joined her as he released himself deep within her with a roar of sensual conquest.

Scandalous
I'm talkin' about U and me
Marvelous - baby, baby, can't U see
Anything U've ever dreamed of
I'm willing 2 be
2 night it's gonna be scandalous
Cuz 2 night I'm gonna be your fantasy

Scandalous, marvelous

Disclaimer: The characters used in this story belong to Marvel and I’m not attempting to make any money for this. This final chapter of Holiday Blues is dedicated to all the RoLo Shippers! The song being used in this story is “Breathe” by Faith Hill.


Holiday Blues
(part 4)


Ororo blinked slowly as the first rays of the sun shimmered down at her from her skylight. It was clearly going to be a beautiful, sunny day. Ororo bit back a groan at the thought. A little tweaking with the weather would not hurt. After all, it was Saturday and most of the kids had already left for Spring Break. With a little snow, everyone still remaining at the mansion could sleep in and spend a nice quiet day relaxing.

Ororo groaned again at her weak arguments. O.k. so maybe she was really doing this for herself. But why have powers to control the weather if you did not at least use them once for a selfish reason. And at the moment, spending more time in bed seemed like a perfect way to begin Spring Break.

“I will never do this again,” she solemnly promised herself as she closed her eyes and summoned dark clouds to cover the pestering sun.

A smile of relief spread across her slightly bruise lips as the first flakes of snow began to drift down and cover the skylight. Well, if nothing else, the students would enjoy it- especially Bobby. Sure, she would probably get a lecture from the Professor about being responsible with her powers, and Scott would probably grumble about her and Logan being late for another early morning practice, but oh, well- the snow was at least beautiful. As Ororo watched her own handy work, she snuggled closer in the strong arms wrapped around her losing herself in the memories of the past two months.

She had yet to figure out how to exactly describe her relationship with Logan. In fact, when Jean had cornered her once she had figured out that Logan and Ororo was now a pair, Ororo had found that she could find no words to describe their relationship. And now two months later, she found herself as clueless as she had been then. Of course, she received no help from Logan in naming their relationship. However, she couldn’t help but to smile as she remembered their last discussion about it.

“Because,” Ororo had stated as she crossed her arms growing more irritated with his lack of understanding.

Logan had simply grinned as he pulled her into his arms. “Darling, did I ever tell you how sexy you look when you’re mad?”

“Logan, I’m serious.” Ororo attempted to fight his contagious grin. “Are we just lovers? Are we a couple?…
Logan bent down and kissed her stalling her onslaught of words. And since that kiss had been followed by a few more with Logan eventually carrying Ororo upstairs, their relationship had yet to receive a name.

Ororo sighed deeply. Maybe Logan was right. Why did relationships have to have a name anyway? And maybe there really wasn’t a name to describe their relationship. Maybe it was as simple as that she was happy.

In fact, Ororo knew that she had never been more content in her life than what she was right now. And judging from the way that Logan now could sleep an entire night without slashing up the bed, Ororo felt pretty secure in guessing that Logan was content as well. She reached over and ran her fingers lovingly down his face. When had it become her favorite past time to just lie in the bed and watch Logan breathe?

I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way
I watch the sunlight dance across your face
And I've never been this swept away
All my thoughts just seem to settle on the breeze
When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
The only thing I hear
Is the beating of your heart

Being with Logan, made Ororo felt utterly complete. Sure there were times when she really wanted to zap him with a good bolt of lightening, but that was usually because he was giving Scott such a hard time about something. Sometimes, he could be outright boorish. In fact, Ororo believed that he went out of his way to appear rude just to keep up the appearance of being a loner. She had watched many students reverse directions in the hall if Logan was walking their way.

However, Ororo had come to realize that it was all just an act. In Logan, there was the heart of a true warrior. He was honorable and trustworthy and dependable to his last breath. He might give Scott a hard time at the mansion, but once they were in the field, Logan was the most dedicated X-man. And Ororo was finding herself falling more in love with him everyday.

Ororo stopped her train of thought waiting for the now familiar contracting of her heart. Nope, her heart rate had remained the same. She raised her an arm to check for the bumps that would normally appear with her confession of love. O.k., no rash. That was a good sign. It was becoming easier to admit to herself that she was in love with Logan.

She wasn’t sure when she exactly realized that she was in love with him. But she was fairly certain that it hadn’t been when she and Scott had rescued Rogue and him from Sabretooth. Once she had helped Scott get the plane in the air, she had rushed back to tend to Logan’s wounds. At the time, she had wondered if he would even survive. Sabretooth’s attack had been vicious and she had been too caught up in trying to stop the flow of blood to notice how ruggedly handsome he was. Well, at least she hadn’t noticed until she had watched his wounds suddenly heal by themselves. She remembered how her eyes had switched to his face and she sudden found herself wondering what color his eyes were.

But once Logan woke up and set his sights on Jean, Ororo had dismissed the fleeting thoughts in the plane. True, she still found him attractive. But Ororo could see that he only had eyes for Jean. But then the Professor had sent her after Logan to convince him to join the team. It was his conviction to save Rogue that had tugged at Ororo’s heart. But now thinking back, Ororo realized while she hadn’t recognized it then- she fell in love with Logan when he stopped Sabretooth’s attack in the Statue of Liberty.

At the thought of Sabretooth’s twisted stare and putrid odor, Ororo snuggled deeper in Logan’s arms. When Sabretooth had stood before her with his sick request for her to scream for him, Ororo’s heart had stopped. But then Logan had come and saved her as well as the Scott and Jean. As if sensing her thoughts, Logan arms suddenly pulled Ororo closer.

Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
And suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby, all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
Slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be
I can feel you breathe

What was it about him that simply took her breath away? This was the riddle that she often found herself trying to unravel. He was such an enigma. And it wasn’t just his lost past that made him such a riddle. It was everything about him. It was his walk, his stare, his voice, his touch…. He was all man, and yet there was a wildness about him. One minute, he was speaking perfect Japanese and the next he was growling like a caged lion. Perhaps, that is what she found so attractive about him.

Logan was uniquely Logan. There was no one else who could make her feel the way that he could. Only he could see through her goddess persona and awaken the woman underneath. With him, Ororo found that she could be herself. She didn’t have to be perfect and she didn’t have to always be in control. He wasn’t afraid to embrace the primal beast that clawed within him, and now neither was she.

In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
Closer than I've ever felt before
And I know, and you know
There's no need for words right now
Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
And suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby, all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
Slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be
I can feel you breathe

“Hey, darling,” a sleepy Logan drawled as he rolled Ororo beneath him. “You up for skipping practice today.”

Ororo smiled mischievously as she wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck pulling him down for a kiss. “What practice?”

I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way...