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A/N: This entire chapter is one big flashback, which continues the events of the last chapter.

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Ch. 3 Parties and Proposals



///////Ororo awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon wafting through her apartment. Apparently, Logan had gotten hungry and decided to cook some breakfast. He had learned to cook while he was in the Marines and loved to show off. Breakfast foods were his specialty and could whip up a stack of blueberry pancakes that could make any sinner confess.
Ororo sat up slightly and freed her hair, which was stuck beneath her, and looked at the bedside clock. 10:47. She lifted a cloud-colored eyebrow in mild amusement. Ororo rarely slept past eight-thirty, but then again she rarely fell asleep with a naked Canadian on top of her either.

Ororo could hear Logan’s husky, tenor voice murmuring from the kitchen. He was on the phone with someone.

“Probably catching up with Yukio.” She thought to herself.

Yukio was Logan’s younger sister and Ororo’s best friend. Logan had introduced them when he’d started dating Ororo and the pair simply hit it off.

Logan’s voice came into the room again. It sounded a bit harsher this time and Ororo heard him mention Warren. Warren Worthington III was Yukio’s current boyfriend and Logan wasn’t too fond of him. Warren owned a nightclub called the KooKoo’s Nest on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. It was a little place that featured local jazz bands. Ororo and Yukio spent their spare evenings there and Ororo even sang there on Amateur Nights. Ororo had told Logan not to bother Yukio about dating Warren, but he didn’t want to listen.

Suddenly, Ororo heard plates rattling and Logan’s footsteps coming toward the bedroom. She quickly snuggled back under the covers and feigned sleep and Logan entered the room.

“Get up, Ro. I know ya ain’t still sleepin’.”

Ororo lifted her eyes just above the line of the blankets and glared at Logan. She lifted her head the rest of the way and smiled. Logan was carrying one of her hand woven baskets. Ororo sat up straight and Logan put it on her lap and kissed her forehead. The basket contained a plate with a stack of pancakes and some bacon, a bottle of maple syrup, a glass of apple juice, a small vase containing one red rose and one yellow rose, and a little blue box covered with snowflakes. Logan had a huge, goofy grin on his face and looked absolutely adorable, and the fact that he was still naked helped to brighten Ororo’s mood.

“All this fuss over little old me. Why, Mr. Logan, you shouldn’t have.” Ororo teased in her best southern accent.

“Probably not, but seeing as how today’s your birthday, I figured you’d kill me if I didn’t fix you some pancakes.” Logan beamed.

Ororo cut up the stack of pancakes and covered them with syrup. “Oh yeah, it is my birthday isn’t it. Everyone bow down and worship me.”

Logan sneered. “Yeah it is, and that’s the only reason I’m gonna do this.”

Ororo ate a few slices of pancakes and watched Logan get down on his knees with his arms outstretched.

“All hail the mighty Ororo Munroe, Goddess of Lust and Desire. Tremble in awe before her.” Logan bowed until his face touched the floor.

Ororo had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter and to keep pancake chunks from escaping. “You may rise, peasant, and serve your mistress.” Ororo reached in front of her and lifted the blankets, exposing her feet. Logan lifted his head and flashed her a wicked smile, exposing his slightly enlarged canines.

“Not like that, you perv. Just come rub my feet.” Ororo stated and drank some apple juice.

Logan climbed onto the foot of the bed and folded his legs beneath him. He gently grabbed one of Ororo’s feet and began to massage the tightened muscles. Ororo watched him as she continued to eat. When she was nearly finished, she decided to start asking questions.

“So,” She began. “Who was on the phone?”

“Yukio.” He replied flatly.

Ororo narrowed her eyes and continued talking. “You weren’t hassling her about Warren again, were you?”

Logan didn’t answer her. He just stared into her eyes and rubbed her feet a little harder.

Ororo sighed. “It’s her life and whom she sleeps with is her decision and besides, Warren is a really nice guy.”

“I never said he wasn’t, but somthin’ about the guy just irks the hell out of me.” Logan sighed. “She’s my kid sister, Ro. I gotta look out for her.”

“She’s not a kid, Logan. Yukio is a grown woman.” Ororo stated.

“I don’t care how old I get or how old she gets, she’s always gonna be my kid sister and it’s always gonna be my job to protect her.” Logan nearly yelled.

Ororo sat back. She didn’t want to start an argument with Logan over someone else’s love life. “She doesn’t need a protector, she needs a supportive older brother.”

“Humph.” Logan replied. It seemed that he didn’t feel like arguing either. “I guess Worthington’s not that bad, seeing as how he’s letting us have your birthday party at his club and everything.”

Ororo swallowed the last of her juice. “You’re throwing me a party.”

“That’s what I said.”

Ororo smiled broadly and placed her roses on the table next to her bed. She removed the blue box from the basket and put it on the floor. She gave it a test shake.

“What’s in here?” She asked with genuine curiosity.

Logan shrugged his shoulders. “Why don’t you open it and find out.”

Ororo cracked open the box and a strange look crossed over her face. Inside was a pair of silver keys on a heart-shaped keychain. “What’s this?”

Logan lifted an eyebrow. “Looks like a set of keys to me.”

Ororo smirked. “Well, I can see that, smartass, but keys to what?”

Logan shrugged again. “Just the house I bought in Westchester County.”

Ororo’s eyes widened as Logan continued. “Now don’t go nuts on me, let me elaborate. I know how much ya hate the city and how much you love the country. So while I was on the road I saw this place and thought you’d love it. I got into town, made some calls and here we are.”

Logan didn’t get a chance to speak again. Ororo had tackled him and they tumbled to the floor. She was smothering him with kisses.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” She squealed with delight.

“Easy woman, if you expect to see it this afternoon, ya might not wanna crack my ribs.” Logan teased as he tried to arrange himself on the floor. Ororo still laid on top of him.
“You’re taking me to see it today.”

“Yeah, whenever we decide to get dressed.”

Ororo wrapped her legs around his waist. “Well, there’s not really any rush then, is it. Nudity can be ever so much fun.” Ororo kissed her lover and forced her tongue down his throat.

Logan weakly tried to protest. “Unless you want to get to your own party late, I guess not.”

Ororo supported herself on her arms and grinned evilly. “I think we can have our own little party right here.”

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Just as Logan had predicted, they made it back to the city late that evening. The two barely had enough time to change clothes before they had to rush off to the KooKoo’s Nest. Logan had put on a nice pair of jeans, a dress shirt and a pair of black dress shoes. Ororo wore a small red t-shirt with the words “Wonder Woman” written across her breasts accompanied by a tight pair of jeans with laces weaving up the sides. A pair of toering sandals with daisies on the toes were on her feet.

They arrived at the club fashionable late and the party was in full swing. Once reaching the door, Ororo was embraced by Lucas Bishop. They had gone to High School together and remained close friends. He worked as the doorman at the KooKoo’s Nest. Bishop released Ororo and gave her a twirl.

“Roro girl, You look fabulous.” Bishop chirped. “I just can’t see how a person can eat as many orders of chili fries as you and still look like a damn supermodel.”

Ororo smiled appreciatively. “Play your cards right and someday I’ll tell you.”

Bishop laughed hard while he shook Logan’s hand. “You two better get on inside or there’ll be no room for the guest of honor.”

Bishop opened the door and Logan and Ororo stepped inside. There was a huge crowd and when several people noticed that they had arrived, Ororo was swamped with people giving her their best wishes. Most of which she didn’t even recognize. As they made their way towards the bar Ororo spoke to Logan.

“Who are all these people?” She yelled over the din.

“Hell if I know, probably friends of Warren’s.” Logan yelled back.

“Evenin, ‘chere. Great party, non?” Remy LeBeau, the bartender, greeted them as they reached the bar. His twisted Cajun accent flaring.

“Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves.” Ororo replied.

“No, no ‘chere. ‘Dis party ‘ain’t for dem freeloaders, you de only one supposed to be havin’ a good time.” Remy took Ororo’s hand and kissed it gently.

“Hey LeBeau,” Logan interjected. “Don’t you have better things to do aside from flirtin’ with my girl? Or do I gotta rough ya up?”

Remy feigned shock. “Flirt, Moi? Why sir, I would never dream a such a ‘ting.”
He continued kissing Ororo’s hand and proceeded up her arm.

“Cool it, swamp rat, or I’ll let him hurt ya.” Remy’s girlfriend Marie’s southern accent was warm as she sauntered up to the trio and threw her arms around Ororo. “Happy Birthday, hon.” She drawled.

“Thanks, Marie.” Ororo said, wearing a huge smile.

Logan removed the cap from the bottle of beer Remy had just given him. “Hey Marie, I thought you had to work tonight?”

“So did I.” Remy muttered.

Marie glared at Remy as she spoke. “I did but I called off just so I could make it and if anyone asks…” she turned to Ororo. “I got a wicked case of cramps.”

The two women erupted into laughter. Marie used to work at Charlie’s with Ororo until she’d had a falling out with Betsy about stealing her tips. They’d had a fight, which Marie won, and Charlie fired her for stirring up trouble.

“Alright, that’s enough o’ that.” Remy broke in. “You two kids go find a table and I’ll send over some drinks. Ya’ll take de usual?”

Ororo thought for a moment and eagerly replied. “I don’t know about him. But I want a Fuzzy Navel. Keep sending them over, one every twenty minutes.”

Remy nodded his head in agreement as Logan and Ororo weaved through the crowd. Once they had spotted an empty table near the stage, Logan leaned over toward Ororo.

“Since when did you start drinking Fuzzy Navels?” He asked.

“About the same time you got interested in real estate.” She replied, flashing him a smile in the darkened room.

Once they’d reached the table and received their drinks, Ororo scanned the crowd. It looked like nearly everyone she knew was there. Remy was leaning over the bar talking to Marie. Logan’s Friend, Henry McCoy and his wife Cecilia were sharing a table with Yukio’s roommate, Jubilee and someone acting like her boyfriend. Warren and Yukio were talking to someone she didn’t recognize. Even Jean and Betsy had made an appearance. They were seated near the end of the bar, accompanied by Jean’s “boyfriend”, Scott Summers. Her friend and resident band-leader, Robert “Bobby” Drake was up on stage, playing the piano and singing some song Ororo didn’t recognize. His girlfriend, Emma Frost, was drunkenly dancing by herself in front of the stage.

“ROOOOOO!” Yukio screamed as she ran toward her friend. She embraced Ororo as best she could. “Lady, I haven’t seen you in like, forever. Where the hell you two been hiding.”

“What are you yappin about?” Logan broke in. “When I’m not around, you two are practically inseparable.”

“Yeah.” Yukio leaned over and kissed her brother on the cheek. “But when you are, ‘Ro becomes Ms. Invisible. Honey, the sex can’t be that good.”

“Shows what you know” Ororo giggled as she ran her foot up Logan’s pant leg beneath the table.

“Happy Birthday, Ororo.” Warren had walked over and sat down next to Yukio, wrapping his arm around her.

Logan snarled quietly as Ororo grabbed his hand in an attempt to calm him. “Thank you, Warren. The party is wonderful, but who are all these people.”

“Well, I just told a few of my better customers that their favorite torch singer was throwing a party and here we all are.” Warren beamed with pride.

“Yeah, Ro.” Yukio added. “Everyone here you recognize, I rounded up.”

Logan cleared his throat loudly.

“With a little help from my big brother… Jimmy.” Yukio smiled at Logan.

Logan looked around in horror. “Okay, Okay, you made your point. We don’t want the whole damn world to know.”

Logan’s first name was James, but only Ororo and Yukio knew it. For some reason he liked for people to just call him Logan and he made the girls swear to keep his secret. Ororo only used his name behind closed doors, but Yukio like to say it in public, just to irritate him.

The foursome talked for a while longer and Ororo drank a couple more Fuzzy Navels. She had started feeling pretty good and suddenly felt like dancing. Logan didn’t.

“Come on Jimmy, please dance with me.” She cooed.

“No, I don’t think so.” He replied coolly.

“Well, to hell with you then. Warren’ll dance with me, won’t you Warren?”

Warren looked at Logan in alarm. Logan nodded with permission. “Okay, come on Ro.” Warren took her hand and guided her to the dance floor. They got through one song when Ororo decided to dance with Remy. They danced around for a while and Ro was off again. She danced with every guy she knew and a few she didn’t. Logan kept an eye on her the entire time.

A little while later, Ororo came across Scott Summers sitting alone at the end of the bar.

“Where’d Jean go?” She asked him.

“Her and Bets went to the toilet, I think.” He slurred.

“Wanna Dance?” Ororo took his hand and pulled it.

Scott looked around quickly and again at Ororo. “Sure, baby.” He said and smiled darkly. They proceeded onto the floor and Scott started slow-dancing with Ororo. Logan’s eyes never left the pair.

Ororo was hanging onto Scott and humming along with Bobby’s singing.

“You know what?” She started. “I don’t know how you deal with Jean. She’s such a bitch.”

“Me neither, baby.” Scott coolly replied. They were still dancing, a little closer than before, when Jean and Betsy returned from the restroom. She saw Scott dancing with Ororo and anger flared in her eyes. She sat back down at bar at evilly stared at the couple.

Logan didn’t like the way Scott was touching Ororo and decided to put a stop to it. He excused himself from the table and quickly made his way over to where Scott and Ororo were.

“May I cut in?” He asked as cordially as he could without sounding angry.

“No, It’s still my turn.” Scott replied.

“It you wanna dance, I suggest that you do it with your own girl and not mine, bub.” Logan snarled angrily.

“Fine, whatever.” Scott quickly, yet reluctantly released Ororo and she gladly wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck. Scott returned to the bar, where Jean was waiting.

“Hi, honey.” Ororo gushed.

“You okay, Ro.” Logan asked with concern as they swayed on the floor.

“Yeah, I feel great, why?” She genuinely wanted to know.

Logan glared towards were Scott was getting chewed out by Jean. “I don’t like that Summers guy looks at you.” was all he said.

“Oh, alright.” She quietly replied.

After a few minutes, Bobby started crooning some song about a fast woman in a slow town and Ororo was humming along.

“I love the sound of your voice” Logan whispered.

“I like yours too.” Ororo whispered back.

“I don’t know what I’d do with out you, Ro. Shit, I can’t think about the rest of my life without you in it. Damn I love you woman, I love you so much.” Logan held her a little tighter.

Ororo looked up at Logan from underneath half-lidded eyes. “Hey Jim, you wanna get married.?”

Logan looked at Ororo in surprise and silently prayed that that wasn’t the liquor talking. “You sure?”

Ororo nodded. “Sure, I mean, we’ve been together this long, and you’ve already bought us a house.”

Logan laughed. “Madam, I’d be honored to be your husband.”

Ororo smiled and laid her head on his chest. “That’s nice. I would’ve been really upset if you’da said no.”

Logan closed his eyes and smiled to himself. Everything was right with the world for about one minute, when Jean started screaming.

“You Bitch.” She roared.

Everyone stopped dancing and even Bobby stopped playing to see what all the commotion was about.

“You total bitch! I swear to God I hate you!” Scott had grabbed Jean and tried to shut her up, but she got loose and walked right toward Ororo.

“You always thought you were better that me, didn’t you?” Jean raved. “You with your big tits and huge ass, and your damned white hair and blue eyes. What the FUCK Kind of black chick has white hair and fucking blue eyes!”

Ororo had released Logan and faced off with Jean. Logan had tried to step it, but Ro just waved him off, handing him her earrings in the process. A small circle of people had gathered around them.

“You know what, bitch.” Jean continued. “I was glad that Forge was kickin’ your perfect ass and you’d come in , cryin’ and boo-hooin’ and shit. And that time he came down to Charlie’s and kicked your ass all up and down the parkin’ lot and left you layin’ next to a dumpster, you know what I said. I said you deserved it. You deserved every slap, punch, and kick you got because you’re a snotty, arrogant bitch.”

Ororo’s hands were shaking and blind rage was in her eyes. Her was almost totally sober now and using every ounce of will power she to keep herself from killing the woman in front of her, until Jean crossed the line.

“And your stupid ass probably thinks this asshole love you.” Jean continued. “I’ll bet he fucks every piece of highway trash he can get his hands on….”

“You know what, Jean?” Ororo suddenly asked. “I don’t like you.”

Without warning, Ororo’s right fist caught Jean’s jaw. She screamed and fell to the floor with Ororo right behind. Ororo got on top of Jean and proceeded to pummel her for all she was worth. For a minute, nobody could move. They were all amazed by the sight of gentle, loving Ororo beating the holy fuck out of Jean. After a second, Logan grabbed Ororo and tried to get her away from Jean, but Ororo was running on pure hatred and broke free. She continued to beat Jean long after she’d stopped screaming. Ororo never said a word.

It finally took Logan, Remy, and Bishop to keep Ororo away from Jeans body. They sat her on top of the bar and Logan held her thighs down. Scott and Betsy eventually appeared from the crowd. Scott picked up Jean’s unconscious form and he and Betsy left.

“Well, wasn’t that interesting.” Bobby Drake proclaimed from the stage as he led the band in their version of Queen’s “Another One Bites The Dust.” The party seemed to slowly return to normal. Remy had given Logan some ice for Ororo’s hands and he was making sure she hadn’t hurt herself.

“I’m sorry about that.” Ororo said. “I acted like an ass.”

“Nobody’s blamin’ you, Ro. You did what I think you should have done a long time ago.” Logan smiled as he handed her the ice pack. “I thought you didn’t believe in unnecessary violence.” He teased.

Ororo shrugged. “She made me mad, so I saw it necessary.”

Logan laughed and gently kissed her free hand. “Happy Birthday, Ro.”

“Thank You, Darling.” She smiled triumphantly.///////





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