The door to the Institute flung open and an excited Ali pulled Ororo into the mansion before Ororo even had a chance to remove her keys. “Welcome back!” Tattooed arms squeezed around her middle, making Ororo puff a surprised breath.
“Easy, tiger,” she teased Ali. “Those be my oh so fragile ribs.”
Ali rolled her aqua eyes, completely unsympathetic. “Suck it up, baby.”
Scott and Kurt were in the foyer as well, both looking uncertain as to how to greet her. Ororo took pity on them and embraced both in gentle hugs. “Hi guys.”
“Hey.” Scott rubbed her shoulder hesitantly. “Welcome home.”
“Ja!” Kurt agreed. “Welcome home.” He kissed Ororo’s cheek quickly before stepping back beside Ali.
“So, did Wolverine take good care of you?” Ali gave Logan, who was stepping through the door, carrying Storm’s bag, a narrow eyed look.
Ororo felt a flush creep into her cheeks. “He was--amazing.”
“Amazing?” Ali echoed, her pierced eyebrow shooting up as well as one side of her mouth. “He was amazing?”
Ororo’s color deepened. “Um, unbelievable.” Ok, that was even worse. What in the heck was wrong with her?
Logan came up behind her, his warm breath on her nape and two roaming hands, hidden from view, stroked her backside through dark denim. “Unbelievable?” he murmured against her ear.
She swatted at his hands ineffectually. He seemed to have developed an utter fascination with her butt. “He was very attentive,” she told Ali, trying to remain focused.
Ali’s smirk widened into a full on grin. “Just how attentive?”
Ororo felt herself melting as strong, warm hands meandered upwards until they settled just beneath her breasts along her rib cage sliding over her flat stomach as Logan’s two well muscled arms wrapped completely around her, holding her.
“She was in good hands,” Logan answered for her.
Ali’s eyes glittered with devilish amusement. “I just bet.”
Scott tilted his head to the side, an appraising gesture. Ororo and Logan‘s closeness not going unnoticed. “Wolverine.”
“Cyke.” Logan returned.
“Is that Storm?” Jean rounded the second floor corner, pausing at the top of the stairs, her green-eyed gaze flickering over Logan’s possessive hold around Ororo’s waist.
Ororo’s blush further deepened. She hadn’t been sure how Jean would take her and Logan together and if the thinning of the pretty redhead’s lips were any indication, she wasn’t thrilled about it.
“Hallo, Jean.” Ororo tried unsuccessfully to disentangle herself from Logan’s embrace. He gave her a small rumble of warning, tugging her closer, telling her without words that he wasn’t quite ready to relinquish her just yet. She felt much the same way he did, so she settled back against his chest, enjoying the scent of his worn leather and familiar musk.
Jean descended the stairs. “Welcome back,” she said with genuine warmth. Ororo just wasn’t sure who the comment was directed at.
Ali stepped forward, grasping Ororo’s hand. “Okay, Wolverine. You’ve had her all to yourself for waaaaay too long, stop hogging. We have serious girl shit to catch up on.”
Logan looked ready to argue the point when Xavier rolled through the hall, entering the foyer. “Wolverine. Storm. It is good to have you back home. If you have a moment, Ororo, I’d like to speak with you.”
“Actually, Chuck, she’s got serious girl shit to catch up on,” Logan interrupted, nudging her towards Ali.
Giving Logan a puzzled look Ororo said to Xavier, “Maybe later.”
Charles nodded. “Of course. Take your time.”
“I’ll catch up with ya later,” Logan told Ororo, his fingers giving hers a comforting squeeze.
“’Kay.” She gave him a slight nod.
When Ali and ‘Ro had exited the room, Logan turned to Xavier. “She’s still recovering.”
“From Sabertooth, or you?” The question spilled forth from Jean before she could stop herself and she mentally cursed.
Logan gave her a quick glance, his brows raised. “What was that?”
Deciding it best to diffuse the situation before it became one, the Professor spoke. “No need to worry, Logan. I have no intention of making Storm do anything she isn’t ready for.”
“That’s just it, Chuck. She’ll want you to push her. She wants to be doing something.” Logan turned his attention back to the man in the wheelchair.
“Is that a problem?” Scott asked crossing his arms. “I mean, don’t we want her actively participating on the team?”
“Of course,” Charles said.
“She seems fit enough,” Jean added. “Storm isn’t the type to sit on idle. Obviously.”
“No. She isn’t.” Xavier agreed. “I appreciate your concern, Logan, and rest assured Storm will set her own pace, but I will not limit her.”
“I don’t want ya to. But she doesn’t need to go out full throttle either.”
“When did you get all big brother towards Storm?” Jean asked mildly, earning a sharp look from behind ruby quartz.
Logan nearly choked. Brotherly affection was the last thing he felt for ‘Ro. Passionate, possessive obsession maybe, but brotherly, no way.
“I will take what you say under careful consideration,” Xavier said before Logan could respond. “In the meantime you have several messages on your private line.”
Logan cocked his head. He had a feeling no line in the institute was all that private. “Thanks.” He picked up Storm’s bag from it’s position on the floor beside his booted feet, intending to drop it by her room on the way to his.
“So.”
Ororo glanced at Ali from the corner of her eye. She leaned back against the wall beside the bed, crossing her arms over her chest. “So?”
“You and Wolverine seem a lot closer than when you left.” Ali flounced herself into one of her many bean bag chairs.
The two women were in Ali’s room, listening to the White Stripes and catching up. It felt really good to be back with Alison, Ororo thought. “Yeah, and?”
Ali rolled her eyes in her familiar manner. “And…I think there’s something going on between you two.”
“You do?”
“Don’t play innocent with me, chickie. I know you. You’re…different.”
Ororo fought the twitch of her lips. “Different, how?”
“For the love of--!” Ali threw one of her nearly decapitated stuffed bunnies at Ororo’s head. “Would you just spill!”
Ororo laughed, deflecting the poorly thrown rabbit. “It’s not like you to beat around the bush, Ali. What is it you want to know?”
With a huff Ali leaned forward so that her forearm rested on her bent knee. “Did you two fuck?”
“Ali!”
“You asked what I wanted to know, and that’s just question one.” She shifted position. “The way he was looking at you, I’d say that is a definite yes.”
Ororo flushed. “And exactly how was he looking at me?”
“Like he was a fat chick and you were the last slice of cheesecake in three states.” Ali said with a grin. “To put it bluntly, Stormy dear, the man looked like he wanted to eat you.” She took a moment to study Ororo’s darkening color. “And from your reaction, I’d say he already has.”
Ororo shook her head. “You are so wrong in the head.”
“Mm. Yeah. My therapist says I am clinically ‘indefinable’. Whatever the fuck that means. But stop evading. Did you?”
“Why?”
“So we can compare notes. What do you mean why? This is the shit best friends share with each other. Geesh.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. So answer damn it. Don’t make me tackle your ass. We both know I’d hate to put a hurt on you, you being so fragile and all.”
It was Ororo’s turn to roll her eyes. “Right.”
Ali stared, unblinking, her face placid. Waiting.
“Oh, for crying out loud. Yes. Okay, yes. Happy now?”
Ali gave an excited squeal, launching herself from her position on the bean bag to Ororo, tackling her back onto the bed. “I am so happy for you!” She straddled Storm’s legs.
Ororo couldn’t help but smile.
Alison laughed, rolling to the side so that they both lay staring at the ceiling. “Was he good? Or unbelievable?”
“Definitely the latter.”
“Oh, my.”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re okay with him?”
Ororo thought about that for a long minute, reviewing everything that had transpired between her and Logan at his cabin, and before. She turned her head, brushing her hair from her face. “He’s…different than I expected.”
“Oh?” Ali’s curiosity was peeked.
“Mm.”
“He seems intense.”
“He certainly is that.”
“Y’know, I thought he was definitely doable when we picked him up in the Amazon.”
“So you mentioned. Repeatedly.” Ororo teased.
“Yeah, but that was before me and fuzzy.”
“You and Kurt. I really didn’t see that coming. How is that going?”
It was Ali’s turn to flush a bit beneath Ororo’s steady stare. “One word: prehensile. Mmmmm. He makes me happy.”
“That’s good.”
Ali nodded slowly. “Yeah, but sometimes he’s just too good, y’know.”
“I don’t think I understand. How can he be too good?”
“It’s hard to explain.” Ali propped herself up on her elbow, one strap of her tank slipping to hug her upper arm as opposed to her shoulder. “It’s like he’s overcompensating. And that bothers me, because believe me, the boy has nothing to compensate for. He’s bright, beautiful and built. All my favorite B words.”
“Have you mentioned this to Kurt?”
“No. It sounds stupid, but I don’t want him to get scared away. I get the feeling he is waiting for me to roll over and say, ‘oops, I didn’t realize I was screwing a blue furry mutant, my bad. Go away.’”
Ororo could tell by the set of Ali’s jaw that this really bothered her. “Kurt hasn’t really been treated with warmth and affection in his life, Al. It’ll take some time for him to adjust to a relationship--especially with you.”
“I know that, and that pisses me off to no end. He’s the sweetest, kindest, bravest, most selfless person I have ever known and that people only see his demonic appearance just makes me wanna scream and throttle them on the mere grounds of overwhelming stupidity, and I hate the fact that he doesn’t see himself worth anything, or that he isn’t what he really is, and…what?”
Ororo was beaming, her blue eyes sparkling. “Alison Blaire, you’re in love.”
Ali groaned. “Don’t I know it.”
“Wow.”
“Yup.”
Ororo sat up, running her hand through her hair, straightening it. “He’s lucky to have you.”
“I’m the lucky one.” Ali corrected, sitting upright. “How about you?”
“What about me?”
“Forgive the bluntness, but are you sure you’re ready for someone like Wolverine?”
Ororo felt her defenses rising. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, are you fully prepared? Are you equipped to deal with Captain Intensity.”
“I can handle myself just fine, Al.” Ororo’s eyes narrowed.
“Uh-huh. So I take it you have a full stock of supplies.”
That brought Ororo up short. “Supplies?”
“Yeah, Handcuffs, whipped cream, paddles, collars, crops, spurs, ropes; y’know, supplies.”
At the mention of ropes Ororo’s gut tightened, but not in fear as it would have before, but instead it tightened in delicious anticipation and with the fluttering effect of an erotic memory. She could hear Logan’s gruff, heated voice in her mind. Replacing the bad with the good.
Ali didn‘t seem to notice, instead continuing. “I’ve searched your room before, so I know for a fact you don’t have any toys, or any sexy nighties for that matter. So, it looks like we’re going shopping.” Ali bounced up from the bed, tugging Ororo with her.
“Ali--” Ororo protested but to no avail. She stumbled behind Ali, both girls laughing into the hall.
Later
Ororo glanced up from the novel in her hands, a light rap on her bedroom door catching her attention. She tossed the covers back and scooted from the bed, her heart thudding unexpectedly, wondering if it was Logan on the opposite side.
“Evn’in’, darlin’.” And there he stood, leaning one arm against the door frame, a smirk on his rugged face and a six pack of beer hanging from the hand by his hip. He looked sinful in his tight black Harley Davidson T-shirt and worn jeans.
Ororo felt a warm stirring within her chest. Loathe as she was to admit it, coming back to the Institute was harder for her than she cared to admit. The sympathetic smiles, the uncertain glances from the others, the feelings of inadequacy that lingered just beneath the surface.
She had thoroughly enjoyed her day of shopping with Alison, and had found herself relaxing and feeling more at ease with each passing hour, however, when the darkness began to fall and people began to retire to their rooms, Ororo had to fight down waves of longing and loneliness.
She hadn’t seen Logan but once since their return, and that was only to wave a hasty goodbye as Ali practically shoved her into her small car. She hadn’t realized how very much she’d come to rely on his strong presence until it wasn’t readily available to her. She was thankful, more than words could say, that he was there.
“Hi.” She took a step back, allowing him entrance. It was the first time he’d set foot in her room since the night he had told her how good they could be together.
Logan turned to face her as the door clicked closed, his eyes darkening as he took in her attire. She was wearing a man’s plaid shirt. His plaid shirt to be more specific. She must have taken it from the cabin when they left. Slowly he sat on the corner of the bed, setting the beers by his feet, removing one bottle. He leaned back and stretched his legs out in front of him. “Nice shirt.” He snapped the cap off the beer with a flick of one claw.
Ororo tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. “You don’t mind, do you?” She hadn’t planned on taking the shirt when they left, it had been a spur of the moment decision.
“Not a bit.” Logan pulled on his beer, swallowing the cool liquid. “How ya holdin’ up?”
“Good.”
“I heard you and Sparkler went shopping.”
“Dazzler. Preferably Ali,” Ororo commented with a slight smile. Ali would bludgeon him if she heard him refer to her as Sparkler. “And yes, we did.”
Logan pressed the bottle to his lips again, his eyes wandering over her long, toned legs. “Have a good time?”
Ororo cleared her throat. “It was…interesting.”
Something about her tone caught his attention. He raised his brows. “Interesting?”
Ororo looked at her bare feet. “To say the least.”
Logan set his opened beer on the floor, rising fluidly to his feet. “Where’d ya go?”
Ororo tried not to meet his eyes. “Pandora’s Box.”
He faltered in stride, his groin tightening painfully, knowing full well what Pandora’s Box was. “What’d ya get?” Was that his voice, raw and aching like that?
Catching his shift Ororo lifted her eyes to his. “A black thong,” she blurted.
Logan’s teeth gleamed. “Are ya wearin’ it now?”
She nodded slowly.
“Can I see?” He was directly in front of her now. Again she nodded. Logan gently cupped her shoulders, turning her. She didn’t protest, but moved willingly. He pressed his hand along the back of his shirt, tracing down her spine, past the curtails and over the smooth globes of her ass. He lifted the shirt and his breath left in a rush of air. “Goddamn, darlin’.” Two thin pieces of lace converged directly below the small dimple of Ororo’s back, then disappeared into the sweet recesses of her buttocks. Logan traced their path with his finger, making her gasp. He leaned against her, whispering in her ear. “What else ya got?”
There was a hesitant silence. “I can’t possibly show you what Ali bought.”
Logan’s grin was feral against the nape of her neck. He massaged his hands under the flannel, along her back. “Sure ya can. It’ll turn me on.”
She gave a breathless chuckle. “Everything turns you on.”
He shook his head. “Only you, baby.”
Heat flooded her body at his simple statement.
“I wanna see,” he encouraged.
“Fine.” She pushed herself away from him, bending beside her dresser to pull the shopping bag shoved underneath it out.
Logan rocked back on his heels, admiring the view.
“Here.” She shoved the shopping bag at him.
Logan gave her a wicked smile, pulling the bag open. Mesh and leather lay atop some other items. He raised glittering eyes to her. “You’ve got ta put it on for me.”
Ororo shook her head. “No way.”
Logan ignored her denial, peering into the bag. “What else ya got?”
Ororo cringed. “Uhm--”
He pulled out a pair of leather covered handcuffs raising one eyebrow, followed by a small vibrator and flavored body creams. “Looks like we’re in for a long night.”
Ororo wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. Why oh why couldn’t she have Kitty’s phasing power…
“Put it on for me,” he repeated.
She stood motionless, his gaze hot and intense, holding her in place. She reached out one hand, taking the bag. Without another word she turned, going into her private bathroom and closing the door.
Inside the bathroom she inhaled several shaky breaths. What in the name of the Bright Lady had she gotten herself into? She held up the corseted piece of leather and mesh stockings, making a mental note to kick Ali’s ass next danger room session.
“You comin’ out, ‘Roro, or am I comin’ in ta get you?” His voice sounded gruff and sensual.
Ororo pulled his shirt over her head and proceeded to lace up and strap into the risqué outfit Ali had purchased for her. She took another calming breath before opening the bathroom door and stepping back into the bedroom.
Logan lay on her bed, unabashedly naked, his thick cock standing up amidst dark hair. He was so thick and well endowed, Ororo couldn’t help but stare, moistening dry lips. At the foot of the bed lay each toy and tickler that had been purchased from Pandora’s, as if Logan were a sexual surgeon, intending on using each and every one. From the feral glint in his eye, Ororo didn’t doubt that was exactly what he had planned.
Logan felt his heart kick and his balls tighten at the vision before him. Clad in skimpy black leather and moonlit hair, Ororo was the embodiment of sexual fantasies made real. The black leather corset pushed her breasts high, leaving her chocolate nipples exposed, the material not quite reaching her navel, leaving her bare until the thong, followed by mesh stockings on endless legs.
“Come here.” He held out his hand. He’d been with other women in his life, too many to count, but none effected them like this. No one else made his body shake with want. No one else drove all rational thought from his head and caused his blood to plummet and pump straight into his groin. Not one other person made him want to let go and share everything.
Ororo was everything he could ever want in a woman. Fierce, strong, beautiful, smart and loyal; and she terrified the fuck out of him.
She couldn’t breathe. He was looking at her in a way he’d never looked at her before. His face was etched in familiar desire, but there was a light in his midnight eyes that hadn’t been there before. She placed her hand in his and was immediately yanked down into his waiting arms.
Logan tangled his fist in her thick hair, tilting her head and slanting his mouth over hers, catching her soft sigh. He kissed her over and over, unable to quench his thirst for her. Leather brushed the tip of his cock and he growled. “Christ, ‘Ro.”
His mouth left hers, searing a path along her neck down to the soft swells spilling from her corset. Ororo cried out as he suckled her nipple into his mouth. “Does that feel good?”
She blinked hazy, passion filled eyes at him. “You know it does.”
Logan rolled her beneath him, pulling at the thin scrap of thong covering her. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
Ororo lifted herself off the bed, making it easier for him to remove her panties. “I want you.”
“Good answer,” his grin was wicked and sexy. He lowered his head, inhaling her scent. “Tell me,” he rumbled as she instinctively parted her legs for him. His fingertips brushed her mound, his breath stirring the hair there. “Tell me what to do.”
Ororo wondered at her lack of shame. Instead of feeling shy and insecure, she felt wanton and womanly. “Taste me.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Logan pushed his tongue fully against her in a long deliberate stroke. He flicked and stabbed, sucked and teased until he felt the muscles of her stomach contract and her plaintive cry sounded in the dark.
“I need to be inside,” he growled, pulling her against his probing erection.
Ororo nodded, lifting her hips encouragingly. “Yes.”
“Fuck, baby. Yer so goddamn tight.” His breath hissed as he surged home. He lifted her legs so that her ankles rested on his shoulders, pistoning forward, his thrusts hard and demanding, yet fulfilling and giving all at once. With each stroke Ororo made a small grunt/growl that drove him closer and closer to oblivion.
“Logan…Oh, yes…” She bit her lip.
He could feel control slipping as he watched her full breasts dance with each thrust, her eyes whitening with her approaching orgasm and her inner walls clenching like a fist around him.
With a snarl he unsheathed a solitary blade, slicing up the laced corset, baring her completely to him. He bent his head, latching onto one jiggling breast, groaning as he felt slick heat wash over him as Ororo came apart in his arms.
His own release followed, it’s intensity made more pronounced by his inability to articulate anything more than a silent roar as he came in rushing torrents.
Ororo wrapped her arms around him, her legs slipping from his shoulders to circle his waist as they held one another so tight neither could breathe.
“My god, ‘Ro.” Logan gasped. “That was fuckin’ amazing.”
“Yeah,” she giggled. Giggled. What was this man doing to her?
She shifted position, removing the leather corset from beneath her. “Well, don’t think I’ll be wearing this again,” she murmured.
Logan lifted his head, his gaze contemplative. “Naw. No need. I prefer ya naked.”
“Mm?”
“Yup.”
“Oh.”
He reached towards the foot of the bed, lifting one of the cream containers. “Although decorated may be nice.” He popped the top, dipping his finger into the caramel glaze.
Ororo gasped as she felt his finger on her thigh, drawing a smiley face. “Logan, what are you doing?”
His smile was once again sinful. “Midnight snack.” He licked the cream from her skin.
“Ohhhh….”
“Like I said, this is gonna be a long night.”
Ororo didn’t have time to respond as Logan flipped her onto her stomach, strong, deft hands drawing on her skin, followed by the heated feel of his tongue swirling on oversensitive flesh. The man was going to kill her, she thought as she splintered under his expert fingers, clutching the bedding and riding her orgasm as wave after wave washed over her. She screamed his name twice that night, once into her pillow as he mated and marked her, then again in the wee hours before dawn as he took her with such sweet, slow intensity it made her openly weep.
As she lay spent and exhausted she didn’t feel the brush of his lips on her temple, nor his whispered, “I think I’m falling in love with you, Ororo.”
Logan on the other hand lay awake until well past sunrise, not wanting to surrender the night to the coming morn. Unconsciously he tightened his hold on Ororo, nestling her beneath his chin.
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