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Author’s Note: Takes place in X-treme / Uncanny-verse after the events of Madripoor, resulting in Storm temporarily losing use of her legs. Wolverine stays back to assist in her recovery as her physical therapist.
Issues: #19, #20, #21, #25, #26 and x-pose #1.
This specific event takes places between #20 and #21 (Spolier Alert!!).
“What were you thinkin’ ‘Ro?” Wolverine growled as he worked the kinks out his friend and fellow teammate’s back muscles. “You know you are still not fully healed.”
“I know Logan,” Ororo replied in exasperation, frustrated at her inability to walk without the use of a cane and that too for only a few minutes. The rest of the time, she was still limited to having to use a wheelchair. “I just had to TRY.”
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//Flashback//
CLUMP!!
“Storm are you All right?” the tall *future returned* mutant known as Bishop bounded up the stairs, his *computerized* teammate Sage close behind him. “We heard…!”
“I’m FINE Bishop,” the injured and still recovering former weather goddess, winced in pain as she pushed herself from the floor she had fallen down on. “I just FELL.”
“You’re BLEEDING!” Bishop exclaimed as he raced forward to help her.
“I’m FINE,” Ororo snapped and gestured him to stay back, her face contorted in pain.
“The data reading in my glasses does not support your assertion, Storm,” Sage commented in a matter of fact manner, her ruby colored eyeglasses glinting in the sunlight *DANGER DANGER DANGER*. “You are placing yourself at significant RISK.”
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“Toldja,” her friend and current physical therapist, Logan, the Wolverine, not so gently admonished her as he steadied her by her left arm and midsection to lift her and help her lie down on her stomach on the massage table.
“I had to try,” Ororo tried to reason.
“Who is it always sayin’: *nature has its own pace*?” Logan shot her down. “Listen to yourself, Storm, b’fore you do some real harm.”
“Logan—how’s she doing?” Bishop inquired concernedly.
“Better than expected, but nowhere as good as she wants.”
“It’s taking so LONG!” Storm huffed frustratingly.
“The price you pay, darlin’, for almost DYIN’,” Logan’s voice let the Wolverine’s anger in. Laying her down on the table, he pulled off the straps of her strapless navy-blue top and tugged it down to her waist. “What’s up with you guys?” He asked Bishop in the mean time. “Things sounded pretty SERIOUS towards the end.”
“Same old, same old,” the taller man replied dryly. “I want to accept Jean’s invitation to return to the mansion. Sage is PARANOID about it.”
“That’s her nature, bub. It keeps her alive.” Logan replied as he began working his large, hard and extremely talented hands on the Nubian beauty’s flawless back.
Storm had crossed her arms and tucked her face in the crook of her right elbow. Feeling her muscles relax, she let out a contented sigh and turned her face to the other side, slightly opening her eyes to look up at her masseur, his muscular physique clear through the fabric of his military green turtleneck t-shirt.
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“Logan,” Bishop continued his conversation, missing the way fingers of Logan’s right hand came around and touched the side of Storm’s large and currently *mashed* breast. That single touch caused her to bite down on her lower lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape from her.
“To be concerned? Hell yes, we all are. Things are happenin’ way too FAST.” Logan answered back as he drew in a deep breath, the rising scent Ororo’s tangy arousal assaulting his enhanced olfactory senses. “So we either ride the WAVE….or we DROWN beneath it.”
“So what do we do?” Bishop wondered aloud as his attention drew towards Sage who was standing a few feet away, staring at the wall.
“Sorry Bishop,” Logan’s reply flatly but earnestly, his pants tightening as he caused the basest of moans coming from Ororo. “That has to be your call.”
Looking up towards Sage, he hollered. “Yo, Sage, you’re looking way distant over there. What’re you seein’ in those CYBER-SHADES o’ yours?”
“A POLICE REPORT,” came the blunt reply. “There’s been a MURDER…..And the killer is a MUTANT.
//End Flashback//
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“How much longer of this do I have to bear?” Ororo sighed in frustration as she turned her face to look up at Logan, who merely smirked back at her. Bishop and Sage had left to deal with the police report, leaving Logan and Ororo alone with each other.
“Do you WANT me to stop?” his darkened eyes bored into hers as he kneaded up along her upper back and lower neck muscles.
“Ummm…No,” Ororo moaned as she rested her head on her arm, still looking at him *work* her. “How do you do that?”
“What?” He took in another deep breath of her calming yet arousing scent, his mouth literally watering at wanting to bend down and taste her.
“This,” he flipped her hand, gesturing to his massaging skill. “Its so relaxing.”
“I am the best at what I do,” she chuckled at his standard and completely apt answer.
“That you are,” her voice husky from the massage and her arousal carried a certain amount of wistfulness.
“Yer relaxed huhn,” He drew closer to her, his hands moving down and to the sides.
“Yesss,” Ororo sighed, breathing sharply as his hot breath hit exposed neck.
“Really,” he whispered close to her ear, his fingers grazing her breasts. “’Cause I don’t think so.”
“Logan?” her voice was soft yet hesitant with a growing want. The last few days had been hell for her. Her injuries and her inability to walk were still a major cause for that, but the man standing over her had added dollops of continuously growing sexual frustration to that.
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She had always had a certain amount of attraction towards the stocky Canadian, more than that a normal male-female shared, but not as much as to make her act on it. Even during their initial days as x-men, when she hated him with a vengeance, she was attracted to him on a primal level. He was wild, untethered and animalistic. He was of nature, from nature….HE WAS NATURE.
That was years ago. Times had changed and everything else had too along with it. She was no longer the teenaged girl, just on the threshold of womanhood whom an *insolent* bald headed white man had informed that she wasn’t a goddess but a mutant and that there were hundreds of thousands, if not millions like her.
He too had changed. He was still wild, untethered and animalistic. All the qualities that STILL attracted her. What had changed was the development, no realization of his human side. As his memories came back in bits and pieces, so did his the truth about the man behind the proverbial *mask*. The man who was a philosopher, a samurai warrior, even a poet and most of all, a lover. A tragic lover, but a lover nonetheless.
Was he a man with an animal’s spirit inside him or an animal with a man’s heart and mind, no one knew.
For her….what was he for her? What did she want him to be for her? Did she….
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“’Ro,” his gruff voice crashed through her thoughts. “Where are ya flyin’ to o’ windrider?” he hunched down next to her and tucked away the errant strands of hair falling over her face.
“Nowhere dear friend,” she smiled dreamily, leaning her face into his gentle caress. “Did you say something?”
“I just wanted to know, if you wanted *the works*?” his voice carried a mischief that in her present aroused emotional and physical state, unnerved her.
“The works?” her brows furrowed in confusion. “What works?”
“The *complete* works,” he winked and trailed the back of his fingers along her exposed back. “My secret massage…..just for you.”
“What’s secret about it?” she shot back in familiar and time practiced flirtation. She and Logan had been trading flirtatious banter for years now. It was a part for their easy yet completely trusting friendship with each other.
“If I tell ya, it won’t be a secret anymore. Will it?” his hands leaving her body almost caused her to moan out in need. “So, do ya want the works?”
‘Goddess, save me from what I am about to do,’ she prayed silently before answering.
“Give me THE WORKS.”
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‘Goddess,’ she cried out silently as jumping into action, Logan pulled his t-shirt off, revealing his perfectly chiseled body. ‘What have I got myself into?’
-SNIKT-
“Hold still darlin’,” the feral glint in his eyes momentarily froze her. “This’ll only take a sec.”
“Logan, what are y….” she started to turn, only to stilled back the palm of his clawed hand. “Logan,” she exclaimed as the cool feel of the Adamantium over her curvaceous behind and along her toned leg muscles. He was slitting open her sky-blue spandex pants. “Logan, I could have removed them.”
“I know,” he gave a knowing nod and gently pulled the sliced clothing, leaving her completely naked on the metallic table surface. “But ya asked fer the works. Part o’ the deal.”
“Losing my CLOTHES is a part of the deal?” she exclaimed. “I don’t have anything on underneath.”
“I know,” his tone unnerved her. “That also is a part of the deal.”
“Logan,” Ororo called as she tried to sound angry, her voice coming out in a husky whisper.
“There, all covered. Happy now?” Wolverine draped a hand towel over her. The tiny towel was not even large enough to cover her properly, the cool air, causing her wet folds to tingle. “I didn’t know ya had become such a prude. Ya used be so free spirited.”
“There are larger towels in that closet,” Ororo neglected his attempt at riling her up, well anymore than she already was and lifted a finger to point towards the said closet, hoping that he would follow her instructions, but knowing that he wouldn’t. Not today….not now.
“Nah,” Wolverine flipped his hand to negate her suggestion. “Everthin’s covered.”
Bending close to her ear, he growled. “Its not like I haven’t seen it before…..or don’t want to see again….” He spoke with a tone just loud enough for the both of them to hear. “…and again…and again.”
‘Goddess, help me.’
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“Perfect.”
‘Perfect,’ Ororo arched her eyebrows at that growl. ‘What did he mean by that?’ she mused. ‘Perfect what? My position? His hands? The oil? My legs…..MY LEGS,’ she screamed mentally as Logan trailed light fingers over her calf and thigh muscles as he came around the table, the bottle of scented oil grasped firmly in his other hand.
“Perfect,” Logan throaty growl sounded again. Gulping down to wet his parched throat, he squirted a liberal amount of oil, between her shoulder blades. Using his thumbs and first two fingers, he evenly spread it out all over her back; he reached up to knead her neck and shoulder muscles.
“Breathe ‘Ro,” he instructed gruffly, drawing her attention to the way she had been holding her breath ever since the first drops of the oil had fallen on her body. “Ya gotta relax, then only will it work.”
“I am breathing.” Ororo replied softly, trying to ignore the affect his hands were having not only on her back, but also on her front. The repeated to and fro movements on the table were rubbing her prodigious breasts along the woven fabric of her top, which was still *trapped* below her. This movement was not in any way helping the ache developing in her nipples.
“Why are ya so wound up?” she sensed the unseen smile in his voice. Lowering his face right next to hers, he whispered, “Yer so tense….so tight.”
“LOGAN,” this time her squeak was louder.
“Yer muscles,” he stated calmly as if his comment had been completely innocent. “I have been doing this fer half an hour even before getting the oil. Still haven’t been able to remove all the kinks darlin’. Ya need ta get a massage daily.”
“Hmmm,” Ororo answered. “And who is going to GIVE it to me….YOU?”
Catching the double entendre of her question, he answered under his breath. “If you would have me, I’ll do it fer the rest of my life.”
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“Uhn-Goddess….” Ororo groaned as Logan applied a little extra pressure than before. “Logan.”
‘Not that way ‘Ro,’ he silently gritted his teeth, his pants tightening instantly. ‘Don’t call me that way. Ya don’t know what that does to me.’
Finishing his lengthwise motions, he came to the front of the table, his torso and waist directly in front of her head. Centering himself, he placed both hands firmly on either her shoulders and began pushing down the length on her back, applying slightly extra pressure with the heel of his palm, turning them slightly inwards to run his fingers along her spine.
“How’re ya feelin’ ‘Ro,” his voice withdrew her from the relaxed lust induced haze clouding her mind.
“Like I am in….” she raised her head to answer his question, only to come face to face with the sizeable bulge in his jeans. “….heaven.”
“Good,” he noticed the hitch in her voice accompanied by the sudden spike in her arousal, the towel covering practically nothing and allowing him complete access to her heady scent. “’Cause ya ain’t seen and felt nothin’ yet.”
‘I like what I see,’ she fixed her eyes at his ever-increasing erection, biting down on her already swollen lower lip. ‘Now only if I can feel it…WOAH!!!,’ she exclaimed to herself. ‘Where did that come from.’
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“Didja say somethin’?” Logan questioned at the odd sound escaped from her lips. Leaning forward, he kneaded at the crest of her hips, just above her *regrettably* covered rump. ‘Not fer long,’ he vowed silently.
“No…uhn,” Ororo moaned. ‘Goddess,’ a realization dawned on her. ‘I am so aroused right now…I am going to…..’ “Logan STOP,” she commanded.
“Why?” he leaned in even closer, his muscled chest rubbing against her well oiled back. “Aren’t ya likin’ it?”
“Yess….” She hissed as she tried to hold onto to her last bit of control. ‘I am liking is it so much that I am going to climax if you don’t stop.’ “Stop….please,” she pleaded, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips, which wanted nothing more than to reach forward and kiss his *presence* bulging before her.
“I ain’t gonna stop now darlin’,” his growl this time had more Wolverine than Logan in it. “Ya asked fer the works...ya gonna get the works. It’s a question of my Rep.”
“Logan….” she started to reach forward to circle her arms around his waist, only to have him move away from her. “No,” she huffed at her loss.
Stepping around and to her waist, he placed a hand along her inner thigh, causing her to buck involuntarily at his touch. Moving his hand as he continued walking he applied the oil to her right leg, before following the opposite route for her left one. ‘Now things get interestin’.’
From his vantage point, he could see the lower tufts of her soft and now moist curls. The term *Carpet matches the curtains* came to his mind at the snow-white color of her pubic triangle. The glistening *dew* like drops of her essence only adding to the effect.
“Yer perfect ‘Ro,” this time his words conveyed his meaning clearly. “Yer a goddess,” he continued as he moved up from her calf to the upper part of her leg, where he increased the length of his strokes, running from her knee right upto the bottom of her gluts. With each stroke, he pushed the towel more and more up, until finally it had bunched up at her waist and he was kneading both rounds of her ass.
“Logan,” Ororo moaned as she grasped and pulled roughly at her hair. “Please…don’t.”
“Don’t what darlin’,” he demanded in a low voice as he let his fingers slide into her inner thighs, his body heat being radiated to her swollen nether lips.
“I-I can’t,” she was shaking her head, the wind outside gathering speed to convey her suppressed emotions.
“Ya can ‘Ro.” His tone was gentle, yet demanding. “Let go darlin’. Let go.”
“I….I can’t,” the wind was blowing at howling speed now, dark clouds shading the windows.
“Let go ‘Ro,” he repeated his urge. “Let go….fer me. Ler go for Logan.”
“I-I….I….LOGAN,” -KKRRRAAKAA-BOOM- her scream and an ear-splitting peal of thunderous lightening announced the onslaught of a bone jarring orgasm. “LOGAN,” she yelled out a second time, as her body began to convulse uncontrollably. She would have rolled over and fallen off the table, had it not been for the large arms holding her down as their owner whispered sweet nothings into her ears.
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“Logan,” she cried softly as she turned her face towards him, uncontrolled tears spouting from her clear blue eyes. “Log…an.”
“Ssshh,” Logan shushed her as he wiped the tears from her cheeks and he metallic surface using the towel, which until a few seconds ago had been *covering* her. “Its all right darlin’. Everythin’ all right.”
“I-Uhn…” Ororo tried to gather herself, her position not helping matters one bit. “Why?” she finally asked.
“Turn around ‘Ro,” he disregarded her question. “Turn around.”
“No,” she shook her head. The rest of her body did not follow her own words and turned over on its own volition, rubbing itself along his arms, all the while their eyes not leaving each other’s.
“Perfect ‘Ro,” he repeated his chant adding one extra word the second time. “My perfect ‘Ro.”
If she understood or not, Ororo didn’t give any verbal answer, but her right arm did rise to cup her hand along his whiskered jaw, her eyes glistening with fresh unshed tears.
Straightening her along her back, Logan left her side and turned around to grab his *trusty* oil bottle.
“Stop?” he questioned with a glint in his eyes, even as he daubed the oil in his hands.
“The works,” her voice carried a steeled conviction.
“The works,” he nodded and reached for her neck. “Ya got it darlin’.”
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Starting the same way as he had started along her back, Logan kneaded the oil into her lower neck and shoulders. The only difference this time was that Ororo was facing him, her head resting on the rolled up towel he had shoved under her. Her cerulean eyes were glazed over and half closed, lost in the sensations Logan was providing her. She was completely lost and under his control now and instead of troubling, that thought calmed her. She trusted him. She trusted him in battle with her life and now she was trusting him with her body, heart and soul.
“Uhn,” she moaned as her body arched off the table at Logan’s first touch around her raw sensitive nipples.
“Easy ‘Ro,” Logan gently pushed her back down.
“Logan,” Ororo moaned again, albeit a little slowly as her body followed Logan’s verbal and sensory commands.
Cupping one hand around each round globe, Logan squeezed them gently, slowly moving his thick thumbs along the lower curve of the breast to finally come around, rub and knead the erect dark chocolate nubs, enjoying their stiff silk texture under his rough skin.
Moving his hands along their roundness, he let their backs meet in her heavenly chest valley, coating them with a thin layer of massaging oil. Having done that, he set about *exercising* the two love dumplings, taking care to touch, press and squeeze every single expanse of her mocha latte skin. When Ororo raised her hands, he thought that she might swat him away, but she surprised him by covering his hands with her own and guiding him to where and how she wanted him to pleasure her.
“Na ‘Ro,” he gently laid her hands back on the flat metal surface. “Ya aren’t going ta do anything or touch yerself. That’s my work…,” ‘and my privilege’ he added silently.
“Logan,” was the only *clear* word coming out of her mouth, the rest was just garbled mumbles, moans and whimpers. Outside, a rain shower had been steadily pelting and saturating the already snowed up land.
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Deciding to take things up another notch, he somewhat reluctantly left the *more than a handful* rounds, barely controlling himself from lowering his face to snuggle between them and capture them in his mouth.
Coming down to her midsection, he marveled the way her taut belly curved slightly, right into her triangular patch of vanilla colored hair, their honey sweetness enticing him and drawing him even closer. Her body was like a siren, into which his Odysseus wanted to lose himself into and reach salvation through her soul. Being an atheist himself, Logan never thought that he would think in such a way or be so poetic about it. ‘Well bub,’ he smirked at himself. ‘Ya didn’t think ya would be doing this either….well not outside of yer dreams.’
Kneading slowly to take care of her still healing body, he soon moved down to her waist and hips. His hands then separated and moved away from each other to travel down along her perfectly toned leg muscles. Standing at almost six feet in height Ororo stood more than a head above him, a fact that never seemed to come into consideration for either of them.
Reaching down to her ankles, he started his upward travel, slowly moving his hands from the other muscles to the inner ones as he came near the junction of her legs.
“’Ro,” he stilled his hands, his thumbs a hair breath’s away from her sopping folds. “Again.”
“Hmmm,” Ororo hummed contently, the true implications of his words talking a few seconds to sink in. “Again?” she questioned in confusion.
“Again,” he repeated as he let his thumbs straighten up and gentle nudge each swollen lip apart. “Again.”
“Logan,” her involuntary moan gave him all the answer her needed.
“’Ro,” he whispered gruffly, waiting for her to open her tightly clenched eyes and look down at him.
“Yesss,” she was giving small jerks to touch his outstretched digits.
“I want ta taste ya….touch ya,” he requested earnestly. “Can I…”
“YESSSS,” her hiss ended his question. “Please,” she flailed her hand to draw him closer.
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The next moment, Ororo found herself being lifted, her naked body instantly cradling in Logan’s arms as she nuzzled her face into the small of his neck, her tongue sliding out to lick at the light sheen of sweat formed there.
“Hisssss,” Logan hissed as he pushed down the urge to throw her down and take her right then and there on the hard wood floor. The only reason he stopped was to provide her a soft bed to lie on as he took her for the first time.
Reaching his room, he turned the knob and kicked the door open, kicking it close on the rebound back.
“Are ya sure ‘Ro?” he somehow managed to question one last time as he laid her out on the soft white sheets.
“Yess,” Ororo reached up to pull him to her. “NOW.”
Unbuckling his belt, he got rid of the denim to release his aching hardness and lowered himself to between her slightly parted knees, which he gently nudged even further, providing him complete access to her.
“Logan, Wha….” Was all Ororo could manage before her words dissolved into yet another series of moans, as Logan plunged down to her folds to give a *kiss* like no other.
“Uhnn….” Ororo bit on her lower lip, a deep, surprise and utterly contented moan escaping from in between her clenched lips. Licking along her length, Logan reached her clit, which he instantly took into his mouth to nip and suckle at its engorged roundness. Parting her folds with her index and middle fingers, he eased them into her waiting love channel. “Yes….deeper,” Ororo moaned as she thrust onto his probing mouth and digits.
“Yer perfect ‘Ro,” his guttural growl rumbled through her, as he paid homage at the most sacred of all *personal* alters. “Perfect….so sweet…so tasty….just perfect.”
“Logan….please,” Ororo shook her head and bit along the back of her index finger. “Now.”
“Now?” he lifted his head to look at her, his lips and the area around his mouth glistening with her juices. Snaking his tongue out, her licked around his lips, smacking them at the tangy taste filling his mouth.
“Now,” she repeated in frustration. “I want you NOW,” she practically yelled out the last word.
“Oh, that now,” Logan raise himself to grip and gently lift her hips and position himself in front of her.
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Ororo’s hands grasped at the sheets as she moaned loudly as his shaft entered and filled her to the hilt. ‘YES,’ she cried out verbally as well mentally, answering his growl with a cry and boom of thunder of her own. Their desire for each other was reaching its peak as Logan began moving inside her, rapidly gaining both speed and stroke length. The only sounds in the room apart from their growls, grunts, moans and whimpers were that of skin sapping against skin.
Reaching forward he twirled a nipple between his calloused fingers, pinching it gently to push her even further.
Feeling her orgasm draw closer, Ororo tightened her grip on the sheets, bracing herself for the rollercoaster. A few seconds later, her body tightened as a taut bow only to explode into a million pieces as an orgasm, even stronger and more intense than the first one wracked through her, her whole body contracting and tightening around her gushing center as she came all over and around her lover.
The scent and visual of her release and the clenching of inner muscles around his erection was enough to push Logan over the edge as gave one last deep thrust and stilled inside her white ribbons of his potent release started coating and filling inside her.
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Coming down from his own high, Logan gently pulled out his still semi-hard and growing harder by the moment erection from inside her, smirking wearily at the her protest moan.
Lying down on his side, he nuzzled into the satiated *African Storm*, a smile of content adding to the glow on her face. He positioned himself so that she wouldn’t need to move excessively, enjoying the feeling the way their bodies fit against and alongside each others.
Moving her hand along his sweat slicked chest hair, she curled her fingers around his circumference, marveling at his *resilience* and the fact that he had *actually* fit inside her. Raising her to his face, she gave a slightly sad but mischievous pout.
“Do you….” She started to inquire about his release, but stopped at the wet feeling inside her. “You…this…” she gave a testing squeeze to his renewed erection. “How can you be still like this? How can you be…?”
“Healing factor darlin’,” Logan explained as he nuzzled into her neck.
“How long will…can you stay like this?” she questioned expectantly.
“Don’t know,” Logan’s rumble vibrated through her. “With ya, its always like this. Always ready ta go”
“Really?” she gasped in disbelief, thinking that with his mutation it might be possible. His declaration that she made him *feel* this way, raised a sense of possessive pride inside her.
“I guess, I will have to test to confirm that preposterous claim of yours,” she sated in mock accusation.
“An’ how do ya plan on doin’ that?” Logan moved his hand to cover her roundness, capturing her still erect nipple in the space between his second and third finger.
“I have a series of tests,” she wiggled slightly to rub against his warm rough skin. “You will have to go through them.”
“All of ‘em,” Logan asked with a chuckle.
“All of them,” Ororo repeated with a sleepy grin.
“The Works.”
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FIN
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