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Xavier Institute
Westchester, New York



The storm moved over the mansion, a swirling vortex of gathering darkness, blowing fast and furious. It was wild, uninhibited, savage and pure, driving rain onto the ground with such force that pools of water formed immediately, several inches deep. Jagged bolts of lightening streaked and sizzled across the sky, a raw display of the magnificence of nature. Thunder rolled loudly, a constant roar, filling the sky, shaking the foundations of the Institute and the surrounding buildings.
Wolverine padded through the boathouse on bare feet, suddenly very worried about Storm. He shoved on a pair of jeans, opened the screen door, making his way past the porch and climbing the sodden, and slick hill towards the mansion, uncaring that he was becoming soaked in the downpour. He cursed himself again for not talking to her, for backing off and giving her space. Every time he had looked at her though she had seemed absorbed in her own thoughts. Besides, he feared she would want the one thing he would be unable to give her: answers. Or worse, that she would push him away and the thought of her rejecting him robbed him of the very air he breathed.
Ororo wandered silently around the courtyard, the wind swirling around her, watching the clouds darken and roll, boiling against the night sky. Ororo made her way to the fountain, curled up on its base and watched the storm with shadowed, hurt eyes.
Logan paused at the crest of the small hill separating the Institute and the boathouse, his eyes darkening at the sight of her, their predatory gleam reflective in the dark. She hadn’t noticed him, her head was tilted back as she stared at the dancing whips of white heat arcing across the sky, oblivious to him and the three inches of rain pooling in her lap. Her long hair was drenched, slicked back from her face, and the thin nightgown she wore clung to her like a second skin, accenting every curve and hollow. She was so beautiful for a moment he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only stare. All around nature was erupting in fearsome fury, yet she sat in the midst of it all, because it was where she belonged. She shifted and the white soaked material of her night dress became transparent, hugging her firm, high breasts so that she looked like a pagan Goddess of old heralding the storm to her.
Despite her outward appearance Ororo’s mind was as wild and chaotic as the storm itself. Fury, hurt, betrayal, longing and love all swirled within her. She longed to rip the nightgown from her body and soar above the earth, but refrained, uncertain she could maintain the fragile control she had over the storm if she was fully immersed in it.
Logan sniffed the air, sensing her pain, her fear, her unbelievable loneliness and he hated that he was the cause of it. She raised her hands, cupping the rain, bringing it to her mouth and tilting her head, letting the silver stream flow down her throat. Logan nearly groaned out loud.
Ororo straightened, sensing him in that way she always did, turning her head slowly towards him, her blue eyes dark with the wildness and fury of the tempest in their depths. He felt it then. Need and hunger and lust and love all slam into him, staggering him. He could feel the wildness in her calling to him, he could feel the storm as it moved through her body, sang in her blood, moving around them, pulling him to her. She called to something primitive and savage in him. Called to his inner beast, his animal. He felt the dark beast inside lift its head, sensing its mate, heard it roar in his mind, felt its need for her swamp him, making him tremble. He bared his fangs, his eyes glittering silver in the night, ferocious, feral, more animal than man.
Ororo smiled at him.
Logan would never forget that moment. Not ever, The memory was burned into his mind and in his heart. She was his. The night was theirs. In spite of everything that had happened between them, there was nothing that could keep them apart, nothing that could destroy the love they had. They belonged together, two halves of one whole, hearts and minds, bodies and souls.
The air crackled as their gazes locked, searing bolts of white hot power crashed and slammed into the earth, shaking the ground. Lightening struck the side of the Institute, charring the red brick walls, spilling debris onto the ground, blistering sparks shooting up into the air.
Storm stood in the courtyard, lightening dancing and arcing across the sky directly above her, her hair whipping around her face, the rain soaking her as she raised her arms, embracing the raw power that she wielded, the answering power in nature. Logan’s breath slammed from his body in raw pants, his blood thrumming in his ears. She was indescribably perfect in that moment. She was primal, she was pure, she was nature personified, as wet and wild as the night itself.
Logan stumbled towards her, going to her because he had to. Nothing could have kept him from her, no force of man or God would prevent him from being at her side. His muscular arm wound around her waist, dragging her to him. His mouth crashing onto hers with as much intensity as the whirling deluge surrounding them. He had no words to give her, nothing he could say would ever tell her what he was feeling. How could he express what she meant to him with mere words? That she was his life, his heart, his soul. Everything.
Ororo moaned helplessly. She wanted him just like this, wet and wild and fierce and untamed, with the lightening streaking across the sky, their heat scorching the air around them. His mouth moved on hers, demanding entrance, devouring her, marking her soul.
Fire. Goddess, she was on fire for him. He stroked her lips with his tongue, teasing, nipping, tugging, his raspy growls driving her mad. His mouth wandered along her cheek, down her jaw, along her throat, leaving a scorching trail in its wake. He captured the taut peak of one breast through the flimsy material of her nightdress, suckling it through the water soaked material, frantic in his lust and love. Ororo cradled his head, a broken cry escaping her as his mouth left.
Logan’s eyes gleamed as he swung her up in his arms, racing back over the grass, sliding down the slippery hill, his mouth never leaving hers the entire way. He brought her to their front lawn, where he lowered her to the ground, moving on top of her, his hand sliding up her calf, along her thigh, bunching the soggy material of her nightdress at his wrist. He pressed his fingers against her center and thunder crashed overhead. His mouth fed on hers, sucking her tongue into his mouth as his fingers teased her, making her writhe beneath him, moving against his hand, desperate for relief from the raging heat tearing through her body. Ororo’s husky cries fed the beast in him and Logan growled, raising his head to watch her as he slid one finger deep inside, stroking her heat, her wet core. She lifted against him, her hands clutching his shoulders.
He teased her nipples with the tip of his tongue making her cry out. He withdrew his hand, edging back from her. She opened tormented eyes and he wanted to howl at the pain he saw there, the pain he had put there. -Snikt- One claw slowly extended and she watched it with avid interest. He lifted the hem of her nightgown, slicing p the middle in a long slow glide. Ororo moaned at the feeling of the cooler metal against her heated flesh. Lightening slashed and sizzled, so close he felt the heat sear his skin, but he never took his eyes from hers. He parted the white material, lowering his head to her creamy, wet skin, licking her collar bone, along the valley in between her breasts, down her flat stomach and lower still, inhaling her sweet, spicy aroma as his mouth found her slick folds under her glistening snowy thatch. God, she was perfect.
Ororo fragmented, screaming into the night, her hips rocking against his face, thunder stealing the sound, shaking the ground. She felt him breathing on her, blowing soft little puffs of air, tormenting her with his proximity. She moaned helplessly, a small sound really, but it drove him mad, shattering his self control. He sliced his soaked jeans from his throbbing body, surging into her tight sheath. He heard himself groan with pleasure, a low guttural sound, his entire body shaking in ecstasy. The wind whipped around them, a testament to Ororo’s still raging desire. He moved within her, hard and fast, moving with the force of the battering winds. He grabbed her hips, securely, rolling so that she was straddling him.
Ororo cried out as he lowered her onto his fierce erection, filling her completely, tight and erotically painful. Logan caught the nape of her neck, tangling his fingers in her sodden hair, pulling her face to his, molding her mouth with his. She moved slowly and his body screamed in raw pleasure. She was a vision astride him, her head thrown back, her generous breasts lifting and falling as she did, her glorious mouth parted as she moaned and whimpered. He spanned her waist with his hands, guiding her movements, lifting and lowering her with increasing speed. His head fell back in the grass, his eyes closing tight as a wave of savage rapture washed over him.
Ororo leaned forward, her tongue swirling on his rain dampened chest, her pearly teeth rasping his flat male nipples. His body jerked as she nipped one nipple hard between her delicate canines, the erotic sensation of a pleasure/pain combination searing him. He clenched his teeth against the pleasure threatening to drive him over the edge. God, he loved her. She made him whole, complete. The terrible things he’d done vanished when he was with her, the darkness on his soul was dispelled by her light. Logan hissed his breath between his teeth, whispering words of love, surging into her.
Unexpectedly Ororo rolled off of him, coming to all fours on the drenched grass, giving him a smoldering look over the flawless curve of her shoulder. Logan rose to his knees behind her, stroking the delectable curve of her ass, moving his mouth to taste her again. Ororo tore clumps of grass from the ground, moaning. He pressed against her, his hard length swelling even more. “Christ, ‘Ro, what you do to me,” he growled. He gripped her hips as he buried himself in her, deeper, and deeper, harder and faster. The silken muscles along her back flexed as she stretched out before him. So feminine and so strong, his ‘Ro. She reared against him, straightening so that her hair flung over his shoulder, her face buried in the crook of his neck. She licked the rain from him, inhaling his earthy male scent. He growled, plunging harder, the pleasure beyond intense. He gripped her breasts from behind, groaning her name in her ear.
“Not like this, baby,” Logan growled, laying her down and rolling her, settling between her thighs. “I wanna see yer beautiful face.” he kissed her slowly, lingeringly. His palms came up to cradled her jaw, holding her when she would have looked away. His strokes slowed, long and deep, his eyes intense. He brushed his mouth across hers repeatedly, the barest of touches. “I love ya, darlin’.”
The rain intensified, torrential, driving.
Logan moved gently, nuzzling her throat, licking her ear, murmuring low rumbles.
Lightening flashed and thunder rolled.
“Open yer eyes, ‘Ro.” He captured her bottom lip between his silken ones, holding it as he spoke. “Look at me.”
“No,” she whispered.
“Yes.” he buried himself to the hilt, rotating his hips slightly, making her eyes flutter. “Look at me, baby.”
Ororo opened her eyes, tears slipping past her dark lashes, mixing with the rain, but he knew, he could smell them. He rocked against her, holding her close. He ran his hands through her hair, his eyes locked with hers. “I’m sorry.” he said hoarsely. “I’m so sorry, ‘Ro.”
Lightening whipped the ground directly beside them. Ororo’s eyes began to cloud white. “Don’t.” he whispered. “Don’t hide from me.”
“No, that’s what you do, Wolverine.” she said quietly, her eyes once again blue.
He felt as if she’d punched him in the gut with the use of his code name. He slid slowly out of her, sinking back in with a slow glide. He lowered his head to hers, taking over her mouth with the most devastating kiss he’d ever given her. He coaxed her lips apart, savoring her surrender, drinking deeply from her. He slanted his mouth over hers again and again, his hips increasing tempo. Ororo gave a broken sob of pleasure, so close to orgasm, but he’d take her just to the peak and slowly bring her back down again, tormenting her and thrilling her at the same time.
“Please…” she cried as he moved almost completely out of her, teasing her clit with his fingers.
“Please, what?” He surged back in.
She whimpered, wrapping her legs around him, trying to regain some control. The winds howled, thunder echoing off the boathouse.
“W-wolverine, please,” she moaned.
He stilled within her. “Who am I, ‘Ro?”
She met his gaze steadily. “I don’t know anymore.”
“Yes, ya do, baby. Yer the only one that knows.” He cradled her close, pumping furiously now. He groaned when he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder and her nails rake his back. “Ah, hell, darlin’.” He gripped her bare backside in his hands, pounding into her.
“Yes,” she moaned, writhing. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Is this what ya want? Hard and fast?” he growled.
“Yes.” she said.
“Ya want me ta fuck ya?”
“Yes.”
“Ya want me ta love ya?”
“No.”
“Fuck you, ‘Ro.”
“Yes, Wolverine, fuck me.”
Her throaty command was almost his undoing. He felt the beast roar, happy to oblige. No! He wouldn’t let her do this, wouldn’t let her take the love out of this. He grunted with the effort to slow himself down again, but he did, slowing the pace, holding her. “’Ro, baby, I love ya. Let me show ya how much,” he pleaded gently.
“No!” she screamed. “It’s just sex! I hate you!!”
He felt tears in his eyes at her words, his throat tight. “No, it’s not,” he denied.
Ororo made no response, turning her head away from him.
Logan trailed soft kisses along her exposed neck, his mouth moist and gentle. “This is love, Ororo. Don’t lie ta yerself or ta me.” He rubbed himself against her leisurely, nuzzling her where her shoulder and neck met.
“You left me.” she whispered, raw.
“I’m sorry.” he croaked.
“You lied to me. You said…you said you’d never let me go…” She was close to losing her anger now and that terrified her. Stay mad, stay pissed. Bastard. Left you. Walked out. Left.
Logan kissed her tenderly. He rocked in and out of her, the friction building. “Ororo.” He held her hips, surging relentlessly. “Who am I?”
“Wolverine.”
“Wrong.” he pounded into her.
“Who am I?”
“Wolverine.”
“Wrong!” He bared his teeth, his eyes flashing in the night, reflecting the lightening sizzling overhead. His dark hair splashed rain as he moved, furiously now, consumed. He slid all the way out, rubbing the head of his engorged cock against her clit, stroking her unmercifully. Ororo arched against him, her hips undulating as he moved. He rammed into her again. “Who am I?”
Ororo was hopelessly lost in sensation now. “L-logan.”
He growled. “Close.” He lifted her off the ground, bringing her up to face him as he impaled her over and over. “Tell me. Who am I?” He buried his hands in the thick fullness of her soaking wet tresses, holding her head, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Tell me, ‘Ro.” his voice broke.
All the heartache and pain came rushing from her in a shattered cry. “My husband!” She hit him in the chest with her fists, harsh sobs wracking her body. She lowered her head to his shoulder, hitting him futilely until he captured her wrists, holding them together, locked between their straining bodies. “My…heart…”
“Yes.” Logan kissed her forcefully, all the turbulent emotions swirling between them reflected in the crashing thunder and torrential rains, in the way they clung to each other, desperately.
“Logan!!” Ororo screamed as her body came apart on his, lightening scalding them both as she lost herself in the beauty of their lovemaking and the power of the storm. Logan grunted at the impact, but cradled her close, relishing the feel of her body tightening around his, milking his orgasm from him mere seconds later. He roared her name, biting her shoulder, thrusting to the hilt.
They sat, welded together for long minutes, her head on his shoulder, face buried in his neck, his arms tight around her. Slowly the winds began to die down, nature’s fury subsiding with Ororo’s. their hearts slowed to normal, their breathing returning from ragged and heavy to long and deep.
Logan kissed her temples, her cheek, along her jaw. “You are my everything, ‘Ro.”
She clung to him, holding him in mute shock at the intensity of her need for him.
Logan scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the boathouse, too exhausted to go further than the living room. He pulled their favorite fuzzy blanket from the back of the couch, laying it on the floor in front of the fire place. He lowered her gently, started a small fire, then moved to lay beside her.
Ororo pillowed her head on his broad chest closing her eyes tightly. She placed her clenched fist against her swollen lips and Logan could feel her silent sobs as she shook. He murmured to her, stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. “Never again, Logan.” she whispered. “You can never leave me again.”
“Never, ‘Ro.” he swore. Now that he’d seen her again, touched her, loved her, he knew, he could never be apart from her again.
She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself as close as she could get. “I love you. Whatever you have to face, Logan, we face together. As a team.”
Logan crushed her to him. He didn’t deserve her. He never would. But he’d never give her up again. Not for anyone or anything.
The remainder of the night they lay awake, softly whispering to each other, and just as the first rays of morning light were creeping through the windows Logan rolled her to her back and slowly showed her how much he loved her, over and over again.





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