Title: Guilty Secrets
Rating: NC-17 so this is not for kids!
Disclaimer: Ororo gets caught doing something by the wrong person.
Authors Notes: This will probably be a one shot deal. Critics are greatly
appreciated and look forward to reading them. Thanks all.

Ororo Munroe leaned into the wide fridge and reached for what appeared to be a box of left over chinese food. She sniffed at the partically closed carnation and pulled her head back in distaste. Goddess! How long had that been left in there? she wondered. She sat it back in and looked for something else to eat. Unconciously she started tapping her feet to the slow tunes of Micheal Bolton drooning out "When a man loved a woman" She started to hum along as she reached for a carton of juice only to stiffen a second later. A hair covered, musculine hand brushed in and moved the juice out of reach of her suddenly tingeringly fingers. Only one man brought her body to that kind of awareness and she was very concious of the rest of him behind her.

She felt the all too familiar spark of anticipation raced up and down her spine and ignite all over. There was so much sudden tension tighting her alreadt tensed body, she could barely breathe but she refused to move. To do so would mean easily giving in. He always started this game of cat and mouse and she was always helpless to stop it. Tonight would be no different, but at least she would not make it easy on him.

He was so close that she could feel him pressed intimately against her. Her bent position did not help matters any. She decided to stand up and away from the heat that radiated from his nearness but she was not allowed to put distance between them. He grasped her arms at her side and leaned in.

"Don't" he growled. His lips brushed against her cheeks and traveled across the side of her face towards her mouth but, she didn't think she could bare that raw, naked feeling that always came with his kisses. She made to put some space between them.

"No........" she feebly shook her platnium covered head. "This can't keep happening." He pulled her back against his hard chest.

"It's what we both want darlin. Stop fighting it." Ororo squeezed her eyes closed for a moment to get a grip on the torrid feelings bombarding her at his words. Six months since Jean's death at Alkali this has been going on. Six months of hell and pleasurable agony that started after a differcult mission against Magneto. She'd only wanted to unwine before going to bed but nstead he had found her in the kitchen. Like tonight. Yes Goddess help her, he was right she wanted this. Wanted him. If this was the only way to have him..........No one was getting hurt. "It does not make it right, Logan" she tried to reasoned. But even as she said the words Logan was bending down again to kiss the corner of her mouth. At the same time he wrapped a restraining arm around her narrow waist and grind himself against her ass. Ororo gasped. The thick outline of his penis burned through his denium and the thin cotton of her skirt. She felt breathless as with every slow sensual movement of his hips and seeking hands he taught her the pleasures of her body and his. All thought of denying him, denying herself were wiped away. She gave in to the sensations and leaned into him. Ororo closed her eyes and signed deeply. She needed this. No one knew what Jean's death had cost her. Her best friend, certainly but also any chance at having him 'see' her as more then co-leader and friend. She had also lost the admiration and respect of the students. Like Scott some part of them blamed her for letting Jean die. After all she was a goddess, weather witch and yet she had not been able to stop a simple flood from taking away the heart of the school. This that was happening between her and Logan was what mattered to her now. She needed to feel special to him. If only like this drowning in a sea of white, hot passion. Ororo allowed him complete access to her body. And he took all she gave.

With one arm still holding her, the other was pushing down the waist band of her skirt. He eased a big hand down into the scrap of lace of her panties and across silken pubic hair. logan didn't stp until he was easing aside the folds of her womanhood and rubbing a finger in her wetness. Ororo sqirmed against his hand and squeezed her legs around him.

"Please........." she begged.

"What Goddess? You have to tell me what you want" he murmurred harshly close to her ears.

"I....I" she cried incoherrently. This man, with so many sides was like a hammer that was tearing down all her resistance. All else was wiped away but her need for him.

"Say it Ro!"

"Fuck me!" He smiled with satisfaction and rubbed ferious at her core, driving her closer to the oblivion she sort. He continued to press against her cheeks. He was so hard and aroused and she, not Jean or anyone else had done this to him. Logan wanted her. That realization drove her further over the brink.

"Not yet darlin. I'm not ready to end our game just yet" he said, removing his hand out of her panties. Ororo whimpered at the emptiness.

"Logan, don't stop!"

"I wasn't planning on it, babe. Just getting started." With a feral growl he turned her around to face him without releasing his hold on her. He stared into her desire glazed eyes and smiled in satisfaction. Just the way he liked her, begging for it! Without looking away from her eyes he raised a hand and let pop a blade. She didn't so much as blinked. She was the only one that was never scared of his claws. He liked that about her. In a swift motion the front of her shirt and white bra was reduced to shreads. He gazed down at her now exposed breasts and seemed fascinated by the dusky aureoles, and her milk chocolate skin. Closing his eyes with a deep moan, he bent towards a harden nipple. His tongue lovingly laved the peak and slowly drew it into his mouth. Ororo cried out and threw back her head, pushing her breast further into his suckling mouth. She held his head close to her body. Her head buzzed with pleasure. Delicious and swirling heat pounded thoughout her body. This felt so good and right. Her heart rejoiced and her body surrendered to him.

"Oh goddess!" she cried out. He pulled her even closer to his heat, his hand moving over her back and sides. He stroked, touched and kissed her, loving the purring sounds escaping her parted lips. He moved a hand back down between her thighs to bring her again to a fevered pitch. She trembled in his arms and whimpered against his bent head. Suddenly he removed his hand and raised his head. Her eyes opened and look into his with confusion. At he wild, hungry look in his eyes she had no reason to worry. without a word her picked her up and quickly sat her on the edge of a marble countertop. He quickly knelt between her legs and yanked back her skirt. Ororo's breath caught at the realization of what he was about to do. Logan moved aside her underwear and bured his face between her thighs. Ororo screamed at the first wave of her climax. She was being blanketed by waves after waves of pulsating sensations and only he was her anchor. He kissed her over and over, thrusting deeply with his tongue into her core. She was cocconed in a frenzy of pleasure that continued long after her climax started to fade. Finally he stood up and captured her lips again while wildly fumbling with the buckle of his jeans.

"Computer end Program!" Ororo froze. She slowly hazard a glance towards the danger room doors. "Oh Goddess...........Logan" Her mouth quivered with surprised tears and bewildered pain. No, no shouted through her desire fogged mind. This was a dream. Logan wasn't really standing there, looking at her that way. He had not discovered her secret but that brief glanced had been enough to let her know he had seen everything.

"Storm?" Logan had seen and heard enough to know what was going on and still he couldn't get his mind to except what he'd witness. He frankly couldnt believe it. The ice queen had the hots for him! it almost brought a smirk to his face if he wasn't still standing their looking at her exposed breasts. He pushed that away. There was time to go over that later. For now he had to fix this. He didn't like that look in her eyes. She was looking at him with a frightened, guilt ridden look he knew instinctively had less to do with what he'd seen then on her being caught. It was the open need and desire that really worried him because he'd since an answer response. He knew at that moment their relationship had drastically changed and he didn't like it. He slowly made his way towards her but she was prepared for him. She quickly raised up and flew over him and was gone before he could stop her.
"Damn!"

Logan squinted against the early morning light, which seemed to flow over his naked torso. He closed his eyes and waited for the dream to return. It always started the same him and Jeanie on that damn counter and then it was he and Ororo continuing what he’d ended by shutting that program off. Maybe if he'd let it played out..........no. That would have only made things even more complicated then they already were.
The fucking dreams started exactly three weeks ago and they plagued the hell outta him. Still, he'll take them over his nightmares any day! But what puzzled Logan wasn't the nature of the dreams; hell he’d had those kinds of dreams about Jeanie millions of times. It was Ororo being in them that pissed him off. All he did was see her getting off! Wasn't like he'd never seen a beautiful woman..........wait a minute! Since when did he ever noticed she was beautiful!
Pain in the ass, maybe.
Bossy, stuck up, opinionated difficult........but beautiful!
Aw fuck!
He was just getting over losing Jean he didn't need this! One problem. He couldn't get her outta his mind since the 'incident' and funny thing was she didn't appear to be losing any sleep over it. In fact she was doing her damndest to avoid him. Which wasn't easy since they lived, worked and slept in the same house. If he had not seen her reaction to 'him' he would swear he'd made the whole thing up!
He needed to have it out with her. To find out what he had walked in on. And maybe to put an end to these feeling he'd been having lightly.

Ororo knew the moment she walked into the greenhouse that someone was there. She instinctively recognized signs that her plants had been touched and became alert. If that weren't warning enough, the rapid tingling on the back of her neck was a sure sign. She stood in a defensive pose, ready for any kind of attack. Her full attention was focused on carefully scanning for any kind of movement. That’s when she smelled the distinct odor of a lighted cigar and relaxed.
"Who were you expecting, darlin? Your Cyber Romeo?" Ororo stiffened then felt the color drain from her face. Please goddess, not now. She wasn't ready to deal with him.
To late.
She did not seem to have much of a choice. Squaring her shoulders, regal mask plastered on her face, she turned in the direction of the sound of his smug voice.
"What do you want Logan" she asked in a voice dripping with frost. Instead of answering, Logan casually walked around the perimeter. He kept his eyes glued to her while at the same time missing nothing. Her heart beat excellerated, her breathing quickened, her pulse raced. Why had he not noticed these signs before? Noticed her? Any fool can see she was damned attractive and he'd be the first to admit on rare.....very rare occasions, she'd dropped the ice goddess bit and been kinda great to be around.
Jeanie.
The simple answer came quickly to his mind. There was no other explanations as to why he'd missed what was so obvious. It would be wiser if he dropped this now before it really got outta hand. Just standing there the fear and nervousness coming off her was enough to make him back off.
Let her off the hook. And he would have until he smelled it. The same scent that had led him into the danger room that night.
Sandalwood and arousal.
Now that he knew for sure she wanted him, what the hell was he gonna do about it? why did he care? That was the question he had not gotten around to examining yet. And he'd had no luck convincing himself that she meant nothing to him. Especially after what he termed 'one hell of a wet dream'! Truth was, he just couldn't let it go. Don't get him wrong,,,,,,,,he felt for 'Ro. Embarrasing or hurting her was the last thing he wanted but he had walked away once from a woman he wanted and now she was dead. Not this time.
He knew what he wasn't gonna do. Leave.

Authors Note: Thank you group for taking the time to read my fic. I hope you all enjoyed Guilty as much as I enjoyed writing it. This final chapter has a very strong sexual content. I apologize before hand but it was necessary in order to express what needed to be expressed! (She says with a smirk)
Final Note: The asterisks represent unspoken thought of characters.
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Logan heard the shower door open behind him and waited without turning. Instead he focused on the spray enveloping him in a warm mist of hot water. Seconds past, then minutes but he refused to acknowledge the nervous figure. This had to be her choice alone. That didn’t mean he was not nervous that she’d turn tail and run.

*Come on Darlin, you’ve made it this far don’t let us down now* Right when he was certain she would leave, slim brown arms wrapped around his waist. A face buried against the hard muscles of his back. He let out a sign and slowly turned around to face her.

“What took you so long?” he asked with a smirk. She refused to look at him. “This isn’t gonna happen ‘Ro if you’re not a full participant. You can walk out now and we’ll agree to stop at friendship.” She raised her hesitant blue gaze to look up at him.

“I am afraid, Logan. I do not want to destroy what we already have.”
He lifted his face to the water for several seconds and absently tilted his head out of the way so her hair could get wet. Her omission surprised him. Ororo did not show vulnerability easily and he knew how much it cost her to open up like that to even him. Logan realized she deserve no less. Tenderly, he ran a hand through the soft plastered mat of her hair.

“So am I, ‘Ro but I’m not gonna let you hide from this. And I’ll be damned if I let either one of us deprive each other of something that should have happened a long time ago.” He stepped back from her and took soap from the dish at his elbow. He didn’t hesitate before running the bar across her shoulder. Nor did he look away from the growing sparkle in her eyes. He soaped his hands into a full lather and set the bar back to slowly run the lather over her. A part of him would miss her sandalwood scent but the feral part of him possessively enjoyed knowing she would be covered in his scent.
Her skin glowed beneath his palm as suds covered her breasts, hiding the harden peaks from his worshipping gaze. He moved so the water could rinse the soap off. There was no way he was keeping those out of his sight for so long! Ororo, eyes blissfully closed, signed in appreciation. How was it the same hands that were so lethal in battle could be so gentle? Logan was wrong she had nothing to decide. Any decision that needed to be made was done so a long time ago. They just had to let go of the past and see it for themselves and then accept it, as they were both finally doing. He washed the rest of her body, in slow gentle movements, as he learned all her generous curves, the places that elicit a gasp, and made her arched closer to him. Logan was on his knees, lathering her long legs when he looked up into her white forest of kinky hair nestled between her thighs.

*mmmmmmm wonder what kinds of secrets are hidden in this chocolate covered confection.* Suddenly, she reached down and grabbed a hand full of his dark hair and pulled hard enough to get him to stand again. At the look of surprise on his face, she smiled. A flicker of amusement and daring evident in her eyes. Then she was kissing him. Her mouth twisted beneath his, offering him passion and immense need. Logan took it all, and then matched her passion for passion; hunger for hunger until her soft moans echoed against the tiles. His primitive need to claim her right then threatened to overwhelm him but he held back. He intended to make their first time unlike anything she’d ever experienced and rushing was not on the agenda. For now, he would let her do one of the things she did best, lead. Ororo kissed Logan’s mouth and ruff cheekbones, the base of his neck. Her hand slid down his shoulder and attempted to curve her finger around the swell of a harden nipple. A growl escaped his lips before he could stop it. She caught the little nub between her teeth and laved it with her tongue. The breath escaped Logan.

“Ro” he bit out between tightly clinched teeth. He could feel the claws itching to be let loose.

“What’s wrong Logan? Maybe it is you who can not handle the real thing?” she teased. In a tone that was heavy with desire, a lot of desire. Instead of answering, he dared run a lone finger up from her waist, across her ribcage, to the curve of her breast. He slid the finger over her nipples and grew hungry to taste its sweetness. Her eyes whitened over the instant his lips touches her. *Goddess if she did not stop him, she would loss complete control or her sanity. * She pulled away and covered her breasts and he made an attempt to pull her hands away but stopped at the last moment. He held them where they were and leaned down to lick each finger, pressing his lips at the tips. His name whispered from her parted lips as he opened her fingers with his and bared a chocolate nipple to his tongue. Ororo cried out. The raw of lighting and coming rain exploded outside. And he was just getting started. She grew in his nursing mouth as she slid shaky hands to his moving head and rubbed against his suckling lips. He mouthed the underside of her breasts, its curve and fullness. She belonged to him now. He needed, no wanted her to believe it. To continue his persuasive assault he tugged at the other nipple making sure it too received his attention.

“oooooooo!” she moaned, squirming under his ministrations. Continuing his unrelenting attack, he shifted to the other nipple only to have her turn the tables on him. Ororo swooped down his chest until she was licking her way to his nipple. It was only fair he felt the torturous sensations racing wherever he touched her.

“Storm,” he pleaded urgently.

“Sssshhhhh” Her tongue traced a scorching trail on his skin. His heart raced out of control. It threatened to explode in his chest. She mercilessly aroused him to a fevered pitch. Ororo pushed him back against the cold tiled wall and slid down in the same position he was in only moments before. Logan groaned. She teased her way down his belly until she met his eager flesh of arousal. His body tensed in anticipation of what was to come. She did not keep him waiting long. Swiftly, Ororo took his penis into her mouth as the muscles of his thighs quivered beneath her palms. Animalistic cries ripped from his lips as his nerve endings pulsed out of control. She tasted him over and over again then kissed a luscious line up and down the harden shaft. He blindly urged her on, pushing himself deeper into the hot orifice of her lips.
He groaned passionately, enthused over her unabashed need for him. Logan thrilled at her generosity in pleasing him. Looking down at her bopping head into her eyes, he saw the storm that reflected exactly what he was feeling. He thrust wildly forward trying in vein not to lose the last shred of his control for fear of hurting her. But damn if he wasn’t close to exploding into a million pieces!

As much as he was delighting in on her exquisite torture, this was not how he wanted their first ‘actual’ time to be. Quickly before he changed his mind, Logan pulled out of the sweet haven of her sucking lips and raised her up to him. Desire glazed pupil turned into confusion meet his and without a word he lifted her up with her back against the wall. Understanding dawning, Ororo wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Their breaths mingled together as he gently lowered her opening into his waiting erection and thrust into her. Her arms tightened around his neck in an almost choke hole. He thrust a slightly deeper. Once……twice until he was incapable of coherent thoughts.

Ororo willingly met each forward push with the tightening of her inner walls and rocking hips. They gained a matching rhythm that drove both into primal creatures seeking the a final release. Her final quiver of joy unleashed the last of his control, a hoarse growl rose from the depths of his soul to match her own wild moans. The pleasure pulsed through them, binding them in a cocoon of inexplicable satisfaction. They clung together long after the sensations eased and their breaths slowed.

“Wow” she murmured when words could be spoken again.

“See what you’ve been missing” he smirked, full of his signature arrogance. She grinned.

“Oh, well if that’s all you’ve got I may as well go back to my…Cyberromeo!” she purred innocently from kiss-swollen lips. Logan sneered menacingly.

“I’ll show you what I got alright!” He showed her a long, long night of unbridled pleasure that left the Westchester area devastated for weeks.