She was being followed.
Ororo glanced furtively over her shoulder.
No one was behind her. At least not anyone suspicious. Just a few other shoppers perusing the sale racks and a few high school kids chatting by the doorway. No one that seemed interested in her, well save the salesman who was eyeing her like she was a steak dinner, but nothing out of the ordinary.
She turned back to the black silk shirt she was inspecting, muttering beneath her breath. She was getting as paranoid as the kids. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she whipped around. Still no one there, but she was certain she was being watched. She still had her street kid instincts and she trusted them. Time to move.
She shoved the shirt back on the rack, nearly blue eyes searching out Kitty, Bobby and Jimmy. She spotted them at a table just outside the shop she was in, sipping DQ Blizzards. She moved quickly towards them.
“Come on,” she said by way of greeting. “We’re getting out of here.”
Kitty looked up her over her bendy straw. She immediately caught the tension around Ororo’s mouth. “Something the matter?”
Not wanting to worry them Ororo shook her head. “No. Let’s go, it’s time to get back to the school.” She took Jimmy’s arm, propelling them towards the doors. The parking lot seemed to stretch on forever, windshields reflecting the late afternoon sunlight, glinting like jewels.
Ororo glanced both ways, ushering Jimmy through the cars, keeping him close as she searched out anything unfamiliar or out of place. Her pace was fast, forcing Bobby and Kitty to quickstep to keep up with her.
“Nothing wrong. Riiiiiiight,” Kitty muttered as she had to increase to a near jog.
Their truck was just ahead, and Ororo slowed her pace a bit, making certain that no one was near their vehicle. Her hand tightened on her key and pressed the unlock button on the alarm. “Okay, hop in, buddy.” She prompted Jimmy, her eyes darting across the parking lot. He gave her a questioning look and she smiled at him in what she hoped was a reassuring manner.
Once everyone was safe inside the SUV Ororo slid her sunglasses over her eyes and sped out of the parking lot. Her feeling of unease did not dissipate until they were on the highway.
“Target on the move. Orders?”
“Do not engage.”
“Sir?”
“This was surveillance only.”
“They’re goddamn muties. We should take ‘em now.”
“You have your orders. Acknowledge.”
“Acknowledged.” The walkie talkie was flung angrily side, bouncing off of the tan seats of the Toyota. The man behind the wheel clenched his teeth against a wave of anger and disgust. “Damn muties.”
Peter Rasputin met Ororo as she and the others reached the courtyard. She smiled up at the much taller man, allowing him to assist her with the bags she carried. “House didn’t fall down I see,” she commented, having left the senior student in charge of the underclassmen who were not in sessions.
He grinned. “Well, only once, but we put it back up again.”
Kitty bounced out of the SUV. “As long as you didn’t use the Leggo’s from the back room. They’re faulty.”
Peter made a face of mock surprise, swinging his head towards the Mansion. “We may need to evacuate.”
“So long as it holds up until after I’m finished cooking,” Ororo said.
Peter glanced over at her. “That reminds me, I’m supposed to give you a message.”
“Oh?”
“Yup. Dinner is taken care of for the students. You have another engagement.”
Her brow furrowed. “I do?”
“You do.” The Mansion door swung open, revealing Hank in a ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron. He peered into one of the bags Peter was carrying. “I do hope you remembered cilantro.”
“No need.” Ororo gave him a kiss on the cheek as she passed. “There is some in the pantry. Now what’s this about dinner being taken care of?”
Henry grinned toothily. “I am preparing a culinary masterpiece for our young students.”
“That’s awfully sweet of you, Hank, but I could have prepared dinner.”
“No, no, my dear. Your presence is needed elsewhere.” He handed her a small note card.
Climb the stairs… The masculine scrawl was easily identifiable as Logan’s.
She raised inquisitive eyes to Henry’s. “What is this?”
He shrugged. “You had best not be late.” With a wink and a pat on her backside he was off.
Ororo shot a look at Peter who was busy studying the ceiling, whistling. “What is going on here?” she wanted to know.
He looked at his bare wrist. “Oh, look at the time. I’ll take care of these bags.” He nudged Kitty as he passed her, making her flush.
“Dang that boy is cute,” she sighed.
Bobby gave her a look that bordered annoyed.
She gave him an unconcerned wink, following Peter down the hall. “Hey, Petey, wait up!”
Bobby shook his head. He was in love with Marie, and harboring his crush on Kitty was bad for him, he knew, yet he was unable to shake it completely. With a sigh he wrapped his arm around Jimmy’s shoulders. “Women. Avoid them if you can,” he said sagely.
Jimmy just laughed.
At the top of the staircase Ororo found another cryptic note. Into your bedroom… Reading the words her heart began to increase it’s already hurried pace. Was Logan waiting for her in her bedroom? She ran her hands over her hair, smoothing the fly-aways then grimaced at her own girly behavior.
She opened the door to her room slowly, peering inside. “Logan?” No answer. She closed it quietly behind her. There were no signs that anyone was in the room--or had there been anyone recently. She looked around, mildly confused. What was the point--? Oh, my. Her mouth parted on a gasp and a smile when she noticed the single lily laying on her vanity. She picked it up, twirling it between her thumb and index finger. A crisp white note card was attached to them stem. On it was a single word: Closet…
Quickly, eager as a child, Ororo was inside her walk-in closet. Hanging on her door was a slinky black dress. Attached to the thin straps was yet another white card: Wear this. Only this. Go to the East Wing…Follow the trail.
Hastily, Ororo shrugged out of her clothes, slipping the silky material on over her head. She sighed, running her hands over the dress. It was one of her favorites, and one she rarely got to wear, much like the cocktail dress she wore to dinner with Hank. She felt very feminine in it, as she was sure was the purpose of wearing it. With an excited smile she made her way to her door, the hem of the dress brushing her bare ankles as she walked.
As her bedroom door clicked shut behind her, she noticed a white petal swirl in the draft. In fact, the entire hall was littered with petals, something that hadn’t been before. She glanced about, looking for Logan. Not seeing him, she followed the flower droppings, trusting the scented petals to lead her way. Her heart fluttered down to her stomach and back up again. What was Logan up to? No one had ever done anything so dramatic for her. He had said he loved her, but this was the first sign of it he had shown outside the bedroom. It made her giddy. Light footsteps increased until she was almost running down the halls.
Logan couldn’t breathe.
He was standing just outside the door of the room he’d “reserved” when he spotted Ororo walking towards him, her bare feet swirling flower petals around her as she approached. She looked like a pagan princess come to call. The thin material of her dress hung on her in a graceful flow, hugging her slender, well curved frame, and giving him a generous view of the shadowed valley between her breasts. The dark black of the silk complimented her caramel skin and shocking hair in such a way that he couldn’t adequately formulate an adjective to describe it. To put it simply, she was positively the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He straightened away from the wall, running suddenly clammy hands over his black trousers. In the spirit of the evening he had forgone his usual jeans and tee attire for a pair of black pants and a crisp white dress shirt. He had even shaved--not that anyone could really tell, but he had put in the effort. He wanted everything to be perfect for her. It mattered to him that she was happy.
And happy she looked. Her face, sans make up, as he preferred, was lit up by a radiant smile. “You look handsome,” she said breathlessly when she was a little closer. Handsome was an understatement as far as she was concerned. With slightly less disheveled hair than usual, one dimple showing in his shaven cheek, and a twinkle in his slate eyes, he literally knocked the air from her lungs and she wasn’t sure it was ever coming back.
They stood facing one another for several heartbeats, the air between them thick with various emotions. Finally, Ororo gestured towards the petals in the hall and the note cards she still carried. “What’s the occasion?”
Logan’s lip quirked at the edges, deepening his dimple. One hand reached up, knuckles skimming the soft curve of her cheek. “You are.”
Ororo blinked up at him, her heart thundering in her ears. “I’m not sure I understand…” She was silenced by warm lips against her own. She sighed, leaning into the kiss, eyes drifting shut as his big hands cradled her face. The man certainly knew how to shut a woman up, she thought when he parted her lips with a skillful flick of his tongue. He delved deep, causing her to arch back slightly.
Ororo moaned, enjoying the invasion. Logan always tasted wonderful to her, but tonight he tasted faintly of chocolate and strawberries. Not just any chocolate, she realized as he stroked his tongue against hers, but La Maison du Chocolat, chocolates. She broke the kiss hurriedly, her eyes wide. “There’s La Maison chocolate in there?” she pointed over his shoulder at the closed room.
Logan gave her a bemused look, his lips still tingling from their encounter. Was that the name of those things? Henry had insisted that no ordinary box of chocolates would suffice and had placed the order for Logan. Whatever they were, they had cost a damn fortune. He shrugged, “I guess.”
Ororo grabbed his hand, tugging him towards the door with a laugh. “Well then, what are we waiting for?” She stumbled to a halt as she crossed the threshold, astounded at the scene that greeted her. The flickering light of dozens of candles along the walls, and on the floor was the room’s only illumination, casting an amber glow throughout. The soft golden glow was more than sufficient to reveal a beautiful bouquet of flowers on a small table, two chairs and a steaming serving cart alongside. There was a cozy love seat on the far side of the room with blankets and pillows tossed across it and a large TV on the wall. It was a perfect little love nest. It left her speechless.
Logan cleared his throat, feeling suddenly unsure of himself when she didn’t speak. He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “I hope you have an appetite.” He started forward but Ororo stopped him with a hand on his forearm. He turned towards her with an arched brow, a question in his dark eyes.
With a sultry smile she pulled him towards her, her pouty mouth capturing his in a deep kiss. Her fingers threaded into his hair, nails gently scraping causing his scalp to tingle. She held him still for her exploration by his roots. She licked and nipped, taking her fill of his enticing taste. A low growl rumbled against her lips and she felt his hands flex on her hips, dragging her tight against him. She leaned back, only slightly, her eyes cloudy with passion. She licked her lips teasingly. “Oh, yes, Logan, I definitely have an appetite.”
Logan’s grin was borderline animal. Goddamn she sounded sexy when her voice was smoky with lust, and her playful teasing never ceased to excite him. He caught her lower lip with his teeth, tugging it into his mouth to suck on. “Good. So do I…” Hs cupped one breast through her dress, enjoying the heavy weight of it against his palm. He worked the soft swell with open adoration. “Nice,” he murmured.
“Why do I…think our food…will be getting cold…” Ororo gasped as he flicked his thumb over her budding peak.
Sharp teeth nipped her neck. “Because it will be,” he rasped in her ear, breath tickling.
She felt so good beneath his hands. All woman and response. Logan smiled at her startled expression when he swung her up into his arms. “C’mere, princess,” he murmured against her lips, reminding her of their very first kiss in the hallway.
“Does this make you my knight?” she whispered.
“I’m whatever you need me to be,” he said with surprising sincerity.
“Logan” Ororo replied with a tender touch, her fingers skimming his sideburns. “Just be Logan.”
Would that be good enough? He wondered momentarily. Would being ‘just Logan’ ever truly be enough? It hadn’t been for Jean, and he couldn’t remember ever trying with anyone else before. Did Ororo really find him worth having just the way he was? Gently Logan settled her on the loveseat, not wanting to over analyze.
Ororo watched him through lowered lashes. He looked starkly handsome and primal in the flickering candlelight. He knelt in front of her, his strong, warm hands on her ankles, thumbs rubbing against her shins. She smiled down at him, all the love she felt for him reflected in her eyes.
Logan swallowed hard. No one had ever looked at him like that. Like he was vital. He whispered her name in awe and watched her face as he slid his hands over her calves, massaging as he went. She had the smoothest, silkiest legs he had ever felt; smoother even than the silk bunching at his wrists. He enjoyed the small gasp she made as his hands rounded her thighs, nudging them apart. His teeth flashed in a feral smile when he realized she had taken his instructions very literally. “Good girl,” he murmured, bending his head.
Ororo nearly came off of the loveseat at the first touch of his lips. “Logan!”
Her breathy cry made him groan and the tug of her fingers in his hair made him smile. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer to his questing lips. She tasted tangy and fresh, womanly and natural. It was damn intoxicating.
Ororo couldn’t think, could barely breathe. Logan’s tongue brushed against her with increasing pressure, making her squirm. “Oh, God,” she whimpered. Her heel slammed into his shoulder in a reflexive leg curl, her body instinctively trying to drag him closer.
Logan growled, feeling her muscles clench. She was close to the edge and he wanted to push her over. He pressed even closer, mouth opening hungrily, sucking and licking until Ororo was writhing against him in mindless abandon, her cries echoing in his ears. He was determined to feel her release against his lips.
Ororo for her part was grappling with a pillow, pulling it over her face as she bucked, a scream, muffled by the cotton, marking her orgasm.
Logan groaned, lapping up every silvery drop of her release. “Love the way you taste,” he said huskily, pressing small kisses to her thighs. When she didn’t reply he glanced up at her. He chuckled, reaching up to pry the pillow from her death grip. “You okay?”
Ororo shivered, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She pressed one hand to her chest in a vain attempt to calm her erratic panting. “Just dandy,” she managed to say.
Logan grinned.
Ororo gave him a mock scowl. “No need to look so smug.”
“Can’t help it.” He leaned up over her, moving her legs to his hips. He kissed her chin, teeth scraping playfully. “I like to make my girl scream.”
Ororo flushed. “You certainly do it well.” She shifted position, pulling him tighter against her damp center. “But I still want more.”
“Oh. yeah?” Logan growled, his erection pressing against the seam of his pants painfully, seaking her heat.
“Mmmmm.” Ororo nodded, her deft fingers working the button of his shirt. She shoved the material aside, dragging it over his shoulders, wanting to see the hard play of his muscles in the candlelight. Her hands moved over his revealed flesh, touching, branding, scorching his skin. “Want you.”
“I’m yours.” He shuddered when her nails lightly scratched across his nipples. She set him on fire so easily. A touch, a whisper, a look--it all enflamed him. Had it been solely sexually that she turned him on, he could have categorized her with any other woman he had ever had, but she turned his insides out, made him want more for himself than he had ever dreamt of before.
“Mine you say,” Ororo inclined her head, her eyes searching his. “For how long?”
“Forever if you want,” he answered without hesitation. The words were out and he had no desire to call them back. For her, for this one woman, he would give her forever.
A definite sparkle shone in her dark chocolate depths. “I think forever sounds good.”
“Damn good,” he confirmed gruffly. He pulled her from her slump against the cushions, rolling them onto the floor, dragging the blanket with them. They landed in a tangle of limbs and half adorned clothing.
Ororo leaned up from her sprawl across Logan’s chest, laughing. “I think the blanket has trapped my legs.”
Logan looked down the length of her body, noticing the red material wrapped around her ankles. With a good natured grumble he flipped her onto her back, tugging the offending plush from her limbs. He stood, spreading it across the floor and grabbed a couple of pillows from the seat.
Satisfied with his makeshift bedding he winked at Ororo. She smiled back. It was all the invitation he needed. With a growl he crawled up alongside her, pulling her on top of him. Strands of white fell across her forehead and she pushed them away.
He muttered her name in his familiar shortened form, his head lifting so that he could fasten his lips to hers, hard and relentless, dominating and hungry. He kissed her until he felt like he was drowning in her taste. His arms tightened possessively around her. “You can’t imagine how fuckin’ sexy you are.”
“You think I’m sexy?” Ororo asked with a teasing tilt of her lips. She sat up fully, straddling him. She rolled her hips, earning a rather throaty groan.
“Fuck, yes, you’re sexy.” Logan panted, gritting his teeth. His hips surged upward, letting her feel how hard he was. “So goddamn sexy.” His hands settled on her shoulders, sliding over the soft skin, fingers picking up the thin straps of her dress. He hooked them around his index fingers, pulling the material down, down, down, over the swell of her breasts, revealing dark tipped peaks.
Ororo let out a soft sigh when his warm hands cupped her, stroking the underside. “You make me feel sexy,” she confessed.
Logan smiled up at her. If he made her feel half as good as she did him, then he was happy. “Good.” His lips closed over one budding peak, tugging the nub with his teeth, pulling it into his mouth to suckle.
The feel of his moist mouth and the heat of his whispered words against her skin made her tremble with want. “Logan, I love you.”
Logan gripped the back of her head, pulling her down to him so that he could fuse his mouth to hers in a kiss that left little doubt that he felt the exact same way about her. He groaned, lifting her up just slightly so that he could work his zipper. He wanted--no needed-- to be inside of her.
Ororo gasped into his open mouth when she felt the head of his cock at her slick entrance. He was so thick and hard, pressing into her with exquisite slowness. “More,” she murmured against his lips.
“Take what you want,” he encouraged.
Ororo reared up, adjusted her position, clasping her ands around his neck and with one graceful shimmy, impaled herself on him. “Oh!” Fingernails bit into skin.
“Jesus!” The veins on Logan’s neck stood out as he tossed his head back. She was so hot and tight, gripping him in the safe haven of her body. With her, he was whole. Complete.
“You feel so good.” She moved against him leisurely, enjoying the full sensation of having him imbedded deep inside. She savored the hot slick feel of them together.
He lifted her hand to his lips, his longer incisors slid across the skin of her wrist, his tongue licked wet circles around her pulse point and then down to her fingers, sucking one into his mouth.
Ororo moaned, lifting herself and settling back down, the silk of her dress rustling around their writhing bodies. The more she moved on him, the more possessive Logan felt. She was his. He couldn’t completely wrap his brain around that. His. He pulled her head forward locking her lips into his into a heated kiss,
“I ain’t never lettin’ you go,” he whispered on her lips.
“Don’t…” she cried out, pleasure mounting like lightning in her blood. “Don’t let me go.” She moved over him restlessly, needing him in a way that should have terrified her, but instead filled her with a hope that she had once believed snuffed by Xavier’s death.
Logan could feel his release approaching and he strove to fight it off, but Ororo was having none of that. She rode him with abandon, her perfect breasts bobbing over the top of her dress, her mouth parted and eyes glazed. “Oh, oh, God…”
“Fuck, baby…” Logan’s hands flexed on her hips. His grip was bruising but she didn’t care. He helped her move, lifting and pulling her back down to meet his thrusts. He fought the desire to close his eyes when he felt her inner walls tighten as she came. The sight of her was too good to miss. He watched her with something akin to awe for a split second before his own body succumbed to the pleasure he was feeling. His teeth gnashed together and a long growl erupted from his throat as his seed erupted from his dick.
Ororo, spent and sated, collapsed against his chest.
Logan was instantly lost in the contentment of having her snuggled against him. She awoke and soothed the animal in him at once. It was a unique experience. He brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Love you.”
Ororo gently kissed his chest. “Sleepy…”
He smiled, satisfied. “Rest. We have all night.”
“Forever…remember?” she yawned.
Logan, surprised by the sting of tears in his eyes, pressed his lips to her hair. “That’s right. Forever.”
Wrapped together in an embrace only lovers shared, they slept.
