Dark hazel eyes followed her movements across the room, admiring her natural grace while worrying about the frustration rolling off her. Even though the cold weather did not affect her, she, both for the benefits of the mansion’s residents and her own weakness for fine clothing, had given in and worn the silk nightgown, its fabric the best offered by her country.
Her country. Just two words. Two simple words, which swallowed by his tongue went down directly to his heart, sending shards of pain and regret through the pumping organ. Closing his eyes to wash away the memory and the realization that she was a married woman now and whatever possibilities the two of them might have had once, were no longer there. She was no longer the Ororo he would go to and bare his thoughts and heart to, basking in the soothing breeze that was just her. She was no longer his, as she was or might have been, had he not been so wound up within himself to notice when she went away and got married to someone else….became someone else’s.
Opening his eyes, he lied to himself, almost succeeding in the venture. After all, she looked the same and if he neglected the still lingering stench of the other man’s body on her, she even smelled the same. The same vanilla and sandalwood, fresh rain like earthy scent that had made a permanent residence in both his conscious and subconscious mind. The gentle but slightly cold, late autumn air was gently flowing in through the open windows, blowing the silk flush against her athletic but entirely womanly body. With each step her supple thighs flexed in a testament to her physical strength, the smooth round curves of her buttocks and her rise of her generous breasts, only adding to her beauty.
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Feeling his, someone’s eyes on her, Ororo drew the parted nightgown to her chest, her body instantly tensing over.
“Who is there?” She demanded into the darkness. “Show yourself.”
“Its me ‘Ro,” even as he spoke, growled the words, her body relaxed…although not completely.
“Logan,” was all the response he got as he stepped out of the shadows and towards her, stopping near the silently burning electric fireplace. They were in the boathouse or more correctly Ororo’s residence before she moved to Wakanda. About a fortnight back, it again became hers when, abruptly one afternoon, she returned and directly moved into it….without even sending an intimation/warning to either Scott or Emma or any of the other senior X-Men who knew about the house’s status. Although they found out later and had since, taking a signal, mostly remained away and given her the privacy she seemed to want…..except for Remy and now, him.
The fact that she did not say anything else, either for him to leave or ask why he was here or welcome him, was clearly showing her emotional state. Well, that much was clear from the seemingly permanent cloud cover that the Westchester area and particularly, the X-Mansion had since the last couple of weeks.
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It would be minutes before either of them said anything as Logan calmly stood by his fireside position, leaning sideways against the brick construction, an unlit cigar playing around in his mouth, being rolled from one corner to the other.
He could have lit it, but didn’t, not wanting to make a move to disturb the silence or to give Ororo an excuse from his side for him to leave. If she wanted him to leave, it would have to come from her side and not from anything he said or did….yet. He knew that she knew about his previous nocturnal trips to her. He had been coming every night for the past ten days, always stopping just before he could bring himself to enter and confront her. It was mostly for him to study her closely. For him to get whatever she was hiding from everyone else, even the Cajun, who in the past always got her to confess or reveal whatever was on her mind. However it just as easily could have been to let her get used to him being there and for him to see what preparation she was making to shut him out too. Now he was ready and thus was in front of her.
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“Yes Logan?” She asked, regarding him with all the sternness that came with being a Goddess, a senior X-Man (Woman) and above all a Queen. It was her, speak, shut up and or leave tone. It might have had an affect if it wasn’t him she was speaking to, or if her body language supported her. While her voice carried hidden steel, her body seemed to be defeated in its purpose. Heck, she didn’t even lift or turn her head towards him.
Again, she got no answer, except for the sound of a match strike and the subsequent puffs and pulls of a cigar being lit. ‘Talk to me,’ Logan silently sighed, carefully regarding her from the corner of his eyes.
“Logan…” she too sighed, her body giving up the fight completely as she fell down on the bed, her chin dropping to her chest. “I have….nothing to say to you.”
“Hn…..fair enough,” the stocky Canadian grunted, without making a move to either come near or start away from her. This would be her standard answer, he knew that much, and he was ready for it…so, unless she clearly asked him to leave, meaning, unless she threw him out bodily by calling on her winds, he wasn’t taking a step out of this house, or more correctly, this room.
Both of them watched each other without actually making eye contact.
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‘What do you want Logan?’ The question was not one for her. She knew what he wanted. Why he was there. Why he had been there for the six nights she knew about…..maybe even more. He wanted to know why was she here. What went wrong with her? Why wasn’t she with her….husband?
“I have nothing to say to you?” Was the standard denial.
“Hn, try again,” he just flicked it off, once again bringing silence into the room.
‘I-I….’ Ororo mentally grabbed for the words that would convey her feelings or at least would be enough to satisfy him and make him leave. She couldn’t lie….not to him, his damn nose wouldn’t let her get away with it. He was even worse than Remy in that regard. While Remy’s empathy she could dupe to an extent, carefully hiding her true emotions from him, Logan’s senses saw through everything. Just a hitch in breath and it would be enough for him. Dear Remy, bless him, had made similar treks to her, trying to get her to open to him, to tell him what hurt her….what was still hurting her. She had been able to deny, lie and coddle him with the practice and experience of one thief knowing another. She just wished she could do the same now with the man before her.
“Yer hurtin’,” Logan made the first move, with nothing major, but a simple statement of fact. Anyone could see that she was hurting.
“You feel lost,” was the second comment, a little more invasive, a little less apparent.
Deciding on taking the final plunge, he crushed the cigar into the ashtray, straightened, walked up and sat down next to her, without actually touching her, but close enough so that his body heat was radiating to her.
‘He hurt you,’ would have been his next words, had he not been beaten by hers.
“I feel lost Logan.”
Although a repeat of what he had said, the way she voiced them, said it all.
“He hurt you,” was more of a statement than a question, one that an absence of a reaction from Ororo confirmed as the truth.
“’Ro,” Logan rested a hand against her silk covered shoulder, turning her to face him, his heart clenching at the tears in her eyes. “What happened?”
“Nothing my friend. Nothing that should worry you,” Ororo tried a smile, lifting one hand to caress his mutton-chopped jaw, not doing anything except letting it lie there as Logan’s own hand came up to covers her.
“Yeah, well, its too late for that,” Logan grunted, his tone as gruff as ever. Making a deliberate attempt to soften it, he spoke again. “What happened ‘Ro? What’s he do?”
“Nothing,” she denied with a shake of her head, her eyes falling away, unable to meet his.
“Ororo,” he pulled her hand down, firming his grip on her. ‘Don’t fuckin’ shit me,’ was what he truly felt like saying, but given the situation, settled on something gentler. “I ain’t going nowhere, not until you tell me what happened.”
“Logan….”
“Not. Until. You. Tell. Me. What. Happened.”
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It seemed like hours until either of them spoke again, and this time, it was Ororo.
“I’m losing Logan, I’m losing myself,” she started with the same…similar statement. “I am a Goddess, a future Queen, a figure to respect…to revere….but….”
‘But….’ The word played on Logan’s lips, just barely getting contained. He did not want to interrupt her.
“I am not loved Logan. I am not….”
“Yer loved ‘Ro,” cursing himself for losing control, Logan got some respite at the soft smile she offered him, her other hand coming around to pat on his, the one cradling hers.
“I know you do my friend. Thank you,” she smiled again, her that lost, tired, sad smile hurting Logan more than even Magneto’s pulling out the metal from his skeleton had. “I meant as a woman. I may be getting the respect and maybe even the love that a Goddess, a Queen….a friend deserves, but the woman inside me….” She trailed off.
‘The woman inside you is also loved ‘Ro,’ once again, Logan spoke just to himself. There was so much he wanted to say to tell. Tell her about his plans, his aspirations, his dreams...about him….about them. But not now. Not when it was too late for him, for them, for whatever they had been and could have been. It was just too late.
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“What about….” Logan started to question, unable to bring his, the other man’s name to his lips.
“Him?” Ororo completed it for him, laughing an angry, tired, humorless laugh, one that shook Logan down to the depths of his soul. It was a laugh he had heard once before, but even that was nothing compared to his. A laugh he never wanted to hear again…..a laugh she had after the Cheyenne left her.
“Ororo,” he grew alarmed as the laughter progressed, gradually dissolving into equally painful yet silent sobs.
Letting go of her hands, he pulled her into a tight embrace, almost as if trying to absorb all the pain and hurt from her. This was something that he did for very few people, even less so since his own memories and the suffering related to them, came back to him.
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Slowly rising up from the sorrowed depth, Ororo became aware of Logan’s hand on her back, his soft soothing motions bringing peace to her…..peace and something else. Something that should not have been there. Inspite of herself, she found herself reacting to his caresses, leaning into them….into him, her head resting against his shoulder, right at the neck.
Anything that might have been going on in either of their minds vanished at the first touch of their lips with the other’s skin as Logan tilted her head to plant a gentle kiss at her forehead. Though not intimate Ororo’s light reciprocation to Logan’s peck, sent out a wave of fire from the spot on the hollow of his neck where her breath had touched him, right to his groin. It was almost as if the past had caught up with them, and washed away the changes and repentances of recent times.
Turing further towards each other, their lips traveling along the others skin, right up their mouths, they joined their lips, becoming one with each other….even if it was just for a second until they stunned by what they were doing, they broke apart and stared at each other, suddenly aware of the distance or lack there of between them.
Drawn by some invisible force, they came together and were just a hair breath apart when logic and realization dawned in their eyes, pushing both of them away from each other.
“Goddess…” Ororo gasped, her hand rising to her lips, shocked at what she was about to do.
Logan remained silent, not knowing what do. His instincts told him to take her, pointing out her arousal, which even with the rising smell of fear and shame was still heady and strong as it had been when it first drew him to her. On the other hand, his mind, told him to get away as soon as possible, but even that was split in its admonishment. While one part cursed him for trying to take advantage of her, another him that it was nothing, just a friend helping another in her time of need. Then again, there was a third, a part that supported his instincts, the part that said that there was nothing friendly about them, not anymore. Just as he wanted her, so did she want him.
“’Ro…..I-I….”
“Logan,” a hand, almost of its own volition, rose towards his face, falling away at the last moment as he flinched back and pushed himself away from her and off the bed, turning his back towards her as an internal battle raged within him.
“Ororo,” he sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat at the decision he had reached. He wouldn’t do this, not to her. He wouldn’t push himself on to her…..no matter how much he wanted, not because it felt wrong to him, but because it felt so right. He knew how she felt towards him; he knew she thought of him as a friend and nothing more. He would not destroy that; destroy her, just to do what felt right to his instincts….to his heart.
That decision made, he started to walk away, his steps faltering as a barest of whispers reached him.
“Stay.”
‘Stay.’ Logan didn’t believe his ears at what he’d just heard, he turned around to check it, but her lowered eyes, effectively avoiding his, gave him no answer. “Ororo?”
“Stay…” the winds whispered again, almost pleading their cause. “…with me.”
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The mattress dipped at Logan’s three hundred pound, Admantium enhanced body settled down next to the goddess, her body automatically leaning in towards his. Two finger lifting up her chin; she finally looked into Logan’s questioning eyes, the waves rising up in her deep blue ones giving him the answer he needed.
She needed him….if just for tonight; she needed him, not just as a friend, but as a woman needs a man, needs a lover. She needed to know that she could be loved for who she was and not what. It wasn’t the goddess tonight, neither the x-woman, nor the current/future Queen. It was the woman Ororo, just Ororo. It was her who needed him, needed his care, his attention, his love.
She stayed silent, her statue like state breaking with a moan as he, traced a gentle finger along her jaw, stopping at her chin to rub his thumb over her parted lower lip, suppressing a growl of his own as closed her lips around it, sucking it in gently.
“Ororo.” For some reason he was using her complete name, and not the usual ‘friendly’ one they frequented. Whether it was a conscious decision on his part to differentiate the two or whether it was just the way it rolled off of him, almost as if here were sighing in relief. Leaning in further, he cleared his mind, if just for a moment to join the two and whispered, “Open yer eyes ‘Ro.”
Ororo didn’t even realize that she had closed her eyes at his first touch.
“I didn’t mean love as a friend,” Logan whispered as he sealed his lips with hers, swallowing her gasp as his tongue licked against hers.
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A spell almost broken, Ororo ‘jump-started’ into motion, her hands grabbing at Logan’s midnight black t-shirt, she yanked it up and towards his neck, pulling it almost as if trying to tear it away.
Logan’s hands weren’t still either, as one hand tunneling through her hair, he rested the second against her jaw, tilting it slightly as he continued massaging her lips with his. he could taste natural cinnamon of her breath, its tangy sweetness driving him wild, increasing the tightness within his denim shorts and lifting his arousal to new levels.
Taking the upper hand, Ororo surprised both of them as she pushed him back and straddled him, their lips still joined together. Feeling his bulge against her feminine center, she instinctively jerked against it, her fingers reaching down to his waist to unbutton him.
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Making no sounds except for their grunts and moans, they broke contact to come up for air and in Logan’s case to pull of his tee with one smooth move. He snarled the next second as Ororo reached down and licked along his shoulder, grazing her teeth along the sinewy muscles, biting down lightly, without breaking skin.
Was it just her, the truth of who she was, was what making her act like this or was his affect on her, Logan didn’t know, nor did he care. For he, mirrored her action, reciprocating it on her smooth skin, pulling away the nightgown and slipping off the nightie’s strap, completely revealing the caramel colored skin.
‘Take it off,’ a voice sounded from somewhere, which one of the two, neither cared.
-SNIKT-
RRIIIIPPPP!!
One smooth, swift move and the whole back of the nightie opened up and Logan pulled the rest away from the front.
Large, round and firm unfettered breasts came into view, along with a taut, slightly curving abdomen, a patch of soft white curls crowning its bottom, just above her feminine center. Seated over him that way, her thighs rubbed against his hips as she moved in even closer, her lustrous chocolate-brown skin and waist long snow-white hair only adding to the ethereal affect of hers.
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“Logan?” Ororo moaned as she rubbed herself against him, against the rough denim of his shorts….against the straining erection underneath it.
“Ororo,” he answered back, his face contorted in an effort to retain control of his swiftly slipping senses. Her physical beauty was par none, only overshadowed, if possible at all, by her own inner beauty. Her body was entirely muscled, bereft of any excess fat, yet not the steroid pumped wrestler kind but the diamond sheathed in velvet kind. Instead of working against her, it only accentuated her other physical attributes. Years of being an X-Man had honed her both as an athlete and as a warrior
“Ororo,” it was almost as a mantra for him, as she pulled her close, their lips resuming from they had left off moments ago, their hands exploring the other’s body….as if memorizing each and every inch. They knew what the other looked like, had seen it dozens if not hundreds of times before. Yet, there was something very special about this time, something new…something almost virginal….for both of them.
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Still kissing, the usually in control Wolverine stopped short at the feel of her hand along his erection, instinctively jerking as she curved her fingers around it. Lost in her, he hadn’t realized when her hand slipped through the parted denim. The next thing he knew was Ororo moving away from him, lowering onto her knees as she pulled the obstructive clothing with her.
Realizing what she was about to do, Logan tried to stop her.
“Ororo! You don’t….”
“Ssshhh!” Using one hand to caress the inside of his thigh, Ororo silenced him, her voice both softly pleading and firmly commanding. “I want to.”
“Whatever you want darlin’?” He growl perfectly mirrored the primal fire in his lust-darkened eyes.
Resuming her caresses, Ororo let her hand slide along the length of his shaft, firmly but gently working it, her thumb reaching up to its engorged head, that particular action eliciting a grunted moan from the feral Wolverine. Pulling the denim completely off, she brought her free hand to the front, cupped his scrotum and fondled it none too firmly, feeling the heavy testicles between her fingers.
Settling on her knees, she reached up to kiss it, circling her tongue around its head, sampling the precum slicking it, the salty, slightly bitter flavor filling her taste buds. For his part, all Logan could do was let one hand tunnel through her hair, grasping but not forcing her to do anything she did not want to or wasn’t ready to. With the other he grasped at the bed sheet, holding onto it as if it were his control. It was a fight against the beast within him to not give into the temptation of grabbing her head and forcing himself into her warm moist mouth, where he found himself going the next instant as Ororo let her lips slide over and along him. Withdrawing back, she kissed the whole length, starting at the top, going down to its base and back up on the side. Returning to her starting position, the Nubian beauty closed her parted lips around it, progressively taking more of him inside her, her tongue caressing and teasing the sensitive underside. The humming sound from her throat was sending gentle vibrations along his entire length and from there into the rest of his body, causing Logan to gasp and clutch even harder at her. It was as if the humming was causing the very metal inside him to vibrate.
Looking down at her, their eyes locked in a gaze, as he watched her perfectly sculpted cheeks fill up and go hollow as she started fellating him.
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Allowing herself to get the to and fro motion going, Ororo moved one hand to his thigh, sliding it up to the back of his hip as if to provide extra thrust, as well as silently urging him to do so himself. Almost instantly, the hand gripping her head started to assist her, the other also coming up to join it, increasing her pace as she let her lips slide further and further along the veined length. Breathing in the slightly musky masculine scent, she tried to relax her gag reflex to try to swallow all of him….or at least as much as she could.
Soon they were moving in unison; with Ororo bobbing her head in a back and forth motion and Logan mirroring the same with the thrusting of his hips, as he lifted himself off the bed and into a standing position, their height differences lining them perfectly. The taste of his impending release filled Ororo’s mouth, its insides filling with a mixture of precum and saliva, the same mixture coating the entire length of Logan’s pusling erection. The irregular grunts and the tightening of his gluteus muscles told how close he was to climaxing.
Suddenly his whole body stiffening, Logan’s grip in her hair growing harder as he started cumming, shooting hot spurts of his prodigious release into Storm’s waiting mouth, its salty taste stronger than the precum’s. Doing what she had done, wasn’t something that Ororo preferred or maybe even liked. Yet she did it and maybe even liked it to an extent, not just for him, but for herself too….almost as if to gain power, control over him through her submission.
Sucking off every last drop as if it were an elixir, Ororo even suckled it, hard, as if to draw out whatever remained inside, before licking the still semi erect member clean. His healing factor would aid him; she knew that….just how soon, she did not.
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Pulling her up to standing position, Logan kissed her hard, literally thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he had another part of his anatomy a minute ago. Her swollen lips still carried a hint of his taste on them, as did the inside of her mouth.
Breaking away…too soon for Ororo, he turned her around and set to do for her what she had done for him. Ororo closed her eyes as both of Logan’s hands rested on her shoulders, trapping her between the bed and his hard body. As his hands began to slide down her honey smooth skin, Logan’s lips began to follow their movement, but at her back. Ororo moaned as she felt his hot body slide along her back, releasing fresh currents of arousal throughout her body, her molten core pooling in anticipation. She cried out every time Logan licked, nipped or nibbled at her goose pimpled flesh, his hands skimming along her generous breasts, teasing her nipples between the thumb and index finger. His bites were hard enough so that could feel them, but not so hard that they would break flesh. He wanted to cover her in his scent….not hurt her.
Freeing one hand, Logan gently lowered the by now, shaking Storm into a bent position over the bed, at the same time kneeling behind her, his hands resting on the round curves of her buttocks.
Pushing her legs far apart, he ran a calloused hand over her sopping folds, grinning at the deep moan his actions elicited. Traveling along the entire length on her engorged slit, the probing hand traveled up to the glistening fuzz of snowy softness at her juncture, rubbing the glistening moisture into it.
Drawing back, he first let one and then a second finger part her love curtain and reach into her beckoning wetness.
“Logan….” Ororo pleaded, her own hands balling into the fabric of the bed-covers. She lost all comprehensive thoughts as the natural side of her, her own inner beast, her storm, took over. “Please.”
“Please what Ororo?” Logan deliberately stilled his fingers’ to and fro motions, just gently twisting them inside her, just enough to drive her to the edge without actually pushing her over.
“Please Logan,” Ororo thrust against his probing digits, silently urging him to continue….faster. She almost cried out when he withdrew his fingers leaving her bereft of the filling sensation. However, the next moment she both yelped and sighed at the feel of his rough tongue replace his fingers, which in turn came around to her front to fondle her engorged clit.
Licking along her folds, Logan gently parted them to plunge his tongue into her warmth, tasting the liquid heat of her juices. Adopting a rhythmic pumping action, he soon had Ororo turned into a shaking mass of orgasmic energy, its dam bursting as a powerful orgasm rocked her very being, drenching Logan in a veritable flow of her sweet perfumed release. Lapping them up as fast as he could, he in turn, prolonged her orgasmic ride by generating several small ones to accompany the shattering one that rose above the rest.
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Not allowing her time to come down from her, Logan was up in an instant, had himself positioned behind her, entered and filled her to the hilt, in one swift thrust.
“LOGANNN!” Ororo cried out, feeling his thickness filling and stretching her. She moaned a moan of sheer pleasure as he drew back, pulling out almost completely before doing a repeat of the previous powerful thrust.
Moving with a skill and agility that was just his, Logan began to thrust into her, his hands at her hips holding her in place. At first his movements were gentler, steadier ones, however, with her growing arousal and response, both verbal as well as physical he too grew harder, faster, thrusting with long, powerful strokes.
“Uhn-Uhn-Uhn…..” Ororo stifled her moans, her teeth biting into her lower lip, hard, almost making it bleed. “Faster Logan….faster.”
Heeding her plea Logan increased his speed until he was going as fast as he could….in that particular position.
“Yessss….OH Godddd…...” Ororo moaned and pushed back with equal fervor. “Faste…wha…” Ororo’s gasped in protest as Logan withdrew from inside her. However the second she found herself flipped over on the bed, lying on her back so that they were facing each other. Crawling up over her, Logan once again sheathed himself inside her, the increased leverage providing him with the added speed to more than please his tribal Goddess.
Scissoring her hands and legs around his neck and hips, Ororo pulled her lover into her arms, their lips crushing against one and another as the lower parts of their bodies moved in the most intimate, most primal of all dances.
Sensing the onset of a second orgasm, Ororo’s inner walls clenched the welcomed intruder both firmly and lovingly, pulling him towards the fast approaching edge, both of them hitting their peak at roughly the same time, holding onto each other for dear life as their bodies shuddered from the waves of pleasures washing over them.
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Gradually their thrusts slowed down before finally stopping, Logan fell down onto the bed and pulled Ororo on top of him, both of them catching their breaths….relaxed at having found release….for now.
There were no words said, not now, maybe not ever. They did not talk about the reason for her pain, not until later. All that mattered to him, maybe for both of them, was the relief, the joy….even if momentary, he brought her. Maybe it was a one-time thing, two friends supporting and being there for one another.
Maybe it was just another one-night stand. They knew not…neither did they care.
Maybe it was something more.
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‘Something more indeed,’ Ororo thought in the now and present, as she thrust against her feral lover, loving the feeling of him inside her.
Almost as much as she loved him…..as much as he loved her.
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