The week between Christmas and New Year’s had been fun. Only a handful of students and staff stayed around during the break. But those that did had made the past week incredibly festive. Christmas day had been a happy occasion of gift exchange and fellowship. Their spirits had been lifted even higher by a video taped message from Professor Xavier.
For New Year’s they’d had a 70s costume party. Ororo had roped Marie and Jubilee into helping her decorate the gym to look like a disco, complete with mirrored disco balls and a psychedelic lit floor right out of Saturday Night Fever. The highlight of the night had been seeing Logan in an Afro and a white Tony Manero suit.
Although the past week had been quite fun, Emma Frost was glad the holidays were over. She was happy to back in her office doing the work she loved. She sighed with satisfaction as she signed her name to the final acceptance letter. It was a great feeling to admit a deserving student into their school. Xavier’s was highly selective and people vied mightily for the few spots that opened each year.
In her previous position, Emma had been a headmistress at a prominent private school in Boston. Yet when Charles Xavier had contacted her to see if she’d be interested in a deputy Headmistress job at Xavier’s, she’d jumped at the chance. It was a testament to how coveted positions were at Xavier’s that none of her co-workers even considered the job to be a demotion. On the contrary, they were completely envious.
One did not apply to work at Xavier’s. You couldn’t open a newspaper or log onto the net and see a job positing. Xavier never advertised a position. If he had staffing needs, he personally recruited specific individuals. To Emma’s knowledge, no one had ever declined the honor.
Oh, Emma knew that she’d never rise above the rank of deputy here. Even if Charles were to retire, Ororo would assume leadership of the school. That was a given. No, Emma was just happy for the opportunity to work with Xavier and to have such a plum on her résumé. One day she planned to open her own school, modeled after what Charles had done here. The fact that she was connected to Xavier’s would open doors that no other position to even begin to touch.
Giving herself a small shake, Emma moved her attention to staffing matters. Although the students were on break, the administration still had to put in full work days. Spring term was less than two weeks away and they were down three teachers. Before his accident, Charles had already taken steps to replace Hank. Because Hank had been a certified genius, Charles had actually decided he needed two teachers to make up for the loss of Hank.
Emma studied the files. There really hadn’t been much for her to do. Charles had already done all the legwork. He’d made the initial contacts, they’d accepted the positions gladly and he’d confirmed their start dates. It was all neat and tidy in their respective personnel files.
All Emma had had to do was arrange travel and offer assistance in locating housing. Even that proved easy. Both men were bachelors and had opted to take residence in the on campus housing provided for any Xavier’s teaching staff who chose to live on the grounds..
The only question left in Emma’s mind was the protocol in notifying the other staff. At her old school she would have announced any personnel changes at a staff meeting. But that clearly couldn’t happen here. Charles and Moira were in the hospital. Jean and Scott weren’t due back from their honeymoon for another week. Piotr was in Russia and Betsey had gone to London. Of the senior staff, only Warren, Ororo and Logan were around. And Emma had barely seen either Ororo or Logan all week.
Besides, one of the new teachers had e-mailed that he’d be arriving tomorrow, so he’d already be here before she could even convene a meeting. No, a staff meeting simply wouldn’t work.
For a moment Emma chewed her lip. She didn’t want to bother Charles with something so trivial. And she didn’t want to go to Ororo. Emma knew that Ororo had turned down the job as deputy headmistress, preferring instead to keep her job as Dean of Students. Emma also knew that Ororo was very careful not to step on Emma’s toes. She never offered advice or made it seem like she was second guessing Emma. For that Emma was grateful. She knew that Ororo could easily undermine her authority here, but Ororo made it clear the Emma was deputy. So, Emma was reluctant to run to Ororo. She didn’t want Ro to think she couldn’t handle it.
E-mail. Emma’s eyes brightened. It was quick, easy and she could include a little biographic paragraph on each new staff member.
Firing up her laptop, Emma brought up her email program and started typing the draft.
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“God I love your ass!” Logan grunted as he thrust into her roughly.
Ororo was bent over the little table in the front vestibule of their house. Her hands clutched the far edges of the table, as she widened her stance to give him more access. Logan’s hands gripped her hips tightly as he took her from behind.
They’d been out grocery shopping. On the way back, Logan began whispering naughty suggestions in her ear while she was driving.
“How about we take that chocolate syrup we just bought and I pour it all over you when we get home. I’m in the mood for some chocolate. I bet it tastes better after licking it off those pretty tits.”
Ignoring her pleas for him to shut up and stay on his side of the car, he simply sidled closer and made his suggestions even naughtier.
“You’re right, chocolate syrup is so been-there, done-that. Besides you taste better than Hershey’s any day. I’m hungry for ya. I could eat you all day. I just want to bury my face in your hot little pussy. Ya get so wet when I touch yer clit. I just want to roll it on my tongue and taste how creamy you get…”
Hearing the hitch in her breathing, Logan knew that she was becoming aroused. Deciding to play with fire, he unzipped his fly, grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his straining erection.
“This what you want sweetie?” He teased, moving her hand up and down on his long, thick shaft.
The car swerved a bit until Ro jerked her hand away from him. Sliding him a half indignant, half-amused glance Ro said “Fuck you.”
“Whenever. Wherever.” He promised, giving himself an exaggerated stroke before zipping up again.
Ororo couldn’t help but groan as he continued his dirty talk all the way home.
“Just wait til we get inside,” He be whispered as they turned into the lane that led to the house “I’m gonna do you from behind. I like looking at your ass. It’s shaped like a heart, did you know that? And you can reach down and cup my balls while I’m fuckin’ ya…”
By the time they’d pulled into the garage, they were both so amped up with lust, they barely made it into the house before they were tearing each other’s clothes off. A trail of shoes, socks, shirts and pants marked their path starting at the mud-room. They were both completely nude by the time they’d made it to the front hall.
Kissing passionately, they tried to make it up the stairs toward the bedroom. But Logan was too impatient.
Unable to bear not be being inside her for a second longer, Logan bent her over the dainty little pie table, his fingers wet from caressing her slick heat, preparing her to accept him.
“Baby, I can’t wait.” He growled thickly.
“Then fuck me!” Ro moaned as she felt him probing her aching, wet folds. She rubbed herself wantonly against his hand.
Not needing any further urging, Logan thrust into her. Hard. He closed in eyes as he buried himself to the hilt. God, she’d felt so damned good. Each time he entered her it was better than the last. In this lifetime, Logan couldn’t remember anything that felt as good.
In answer she thrust back against him, clamping him inside like a vice, riding his thick cock like her life depended on it.
“Ahhh, yes. Yes. Yes…” she whispered brokenly, moving on him frantically. “More. More….More…..Harder…”
Logan was pumping into her ferociously, his powerful thighs rippling from the exertion. One hand moved from gripping her hips to restlessly rub up and down her back, then to caress her beautifully rounded ass as it bumped against his groin. He loved touching her skin. It was so smooth and soft. For a moment he was simply mesmerized by the movement of her body as she slid back and forth on engorged cock. Unable to resist, Logan slid his hand around her to settle between her legs to where they were joined. The added stimulation met with a scream of ecstasy from Ororo.
“Oh, GOD!” Ororo could do nothing but lay herself prone on the table and hitch her ass even higher so he could go even deeper.
“Damn, Ro!” He urged hoarsely “That’s it, baby. Take it. Fuck it.”
Their bodies moved frantically in perfect concert. Each one was consumed by the hot, sweet agony of their lovemaking.
In a flash, Ororo came. Her scream echoed through the house and her body lost all coordination as she rode out her orgasm in spastic jerks.
Her frenzied movement brought Logan to his own completion. With a roar his body slammed into hers as he pumped deeply and desperately into her heated center, one hand now wrapped in her hair, the other moving to clamp on her hip.
“Ahhhh, yes. YES!” Logan could feel the release all the way to his toes. He was powerless before the utter pleasure it brought. Covering her like a stallion in heat, Logan allowed Ro’s tight, sweet pussy to milk him completely dry.
In the long aftermath, the only sounds in the house were the ticking of the massive grandfather clock and their own rapid, wheezing breaths.
Bonelessly, Logan slid off Ro and sprawled on the floor.
“You’re killin’ me, Ro.” He murmured, “But at least I’ll die a happy man.”
Ro slowly straightened from her bent position. Now that the frenzy of lovemaking had passed, she could feel other parts of her body. Her pelvis was bruised from being smashed against the edge of the table. Her head stung from where Logan pulled at her hair. She was sure there was a love bite on her neck. And there was a satisfying soreness between her legs.
Come to think of it, she felt pretty damned good!
This past week had been the most exhilarating of her life. She and Logan had woken on Christmas day, a little awed by their new relationship. But as promised they had talked.
“I want to be tha man in your life Ro.” Logan had said, his eyes serious, his hands roving over her tenderly as if he couldn’t stop touching her. “I want ta be able to come home an’ kiss you like I have the right. I want ta be able to touch you whenever I want. I want ta sleep in your bed every night.”
“If you want to be in the man in my life, then I need to be the woman in yours Logan.” Ro said softly. “The only one.”
“After last night can you even doubt that, Ro? I have never felt like this about anyone.” He kissed her lingeringly “You’re the one I want Ro. The only.”
“I just…” She swallowed convulsively “I’ve been hurt before and I don’t want to ever feel like that again.”
“I’d rather cut off my leg than hurt ya, Ro. Ya gotta know that.” His eyes were a little shadowed as unbidden Jean popped into his head. He didn’t know what Ro’s reaction would be if she ever found out about him and Jeannie, but on some level he knew that he never wanted to find out. “But I can’t promise I’ll never hurt ya. I can only promise that I’ll do my damnedest not ta.”
Ororo was silent for a moment. “I guess that’s fair.”
“Baby, I just feel…..so….” Logan struggled to find the words. He wanted to be able to explain how dangerously deep he was falling for her. But somehow he knew that it was too soon. It was all too new. “…you make me feel right. Good. Perfect.” He finished, sounding lame in his own ears.
But it must have been the correct thing to say because Ro smiled a smile so brilliant he was nearly blinded.
“I feel that way too.”
They grinned at each other.
“So does this make you my girlfriend?” He teased, tugging gently on a white curl.
“Yeah, I guess it does.”
They grinned more.
“I do have one request,” Ro said, suddenly sober.
“Yeah?”
“I am proud to be with you, but I think out of respect to Hank could we….not…” this time it was Ro who struggled.
But Logan understood. “I know how you felt about Hank, Ro. I know us being together so soon after him dying ain’t disrespectful. But I know not everyone will feel that way.”
“I am glad you understand. We don’t need to hide, but I don’t think we need to bill and coo all over each other either.”
Logan looked at her in outrage “Woman, I don’t think I’ve ever ‘billed’ or ‘cooed’ in my life.”
But the time for conversation was over. They made long, slow passionate love that morning before joining the rest of the students and staff at Xavier’s to exchange gifts.
That had only been the beginning. They spent the week talking, laughing, and getting to know each other in new ways. And making love. They quickly learned that their hunger for each other was damned near insatiable. Sometimes all it took was a look or a sigh and Ororo was on her back or on her knees or hitched up against a wall.
Now Ororo stood stiffly and stretched. Seeing her naked form standing above him, Logan got a gleam in his eye.
Seeing it, Ororo snorted “Not on your life, Ace. I need a shower and I have to get over to the school and help Emma. And you need to unload the groceries.”
With a sigh he stood too, letting his finger trace a sexy line from her throat, down her torso between her breasts until it came to rest on the silvery curls between her legs.
Ororo felt a quick flash of heat. Damn.
“Are you sure, you don’t have time?” He whispered silkily, allowing his finger to slip inside.
Ororo moaned. “It’s 30 degrees outside. The food will keep. You can wash my back….amongst other things.”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs behind her.
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Logan whistled tunelessly under his breath as he flipped open his laptop. While he waited for the machine to power-up, he couldn’t help but smile inwardly. If anyone had told him six months ago that he and Ro would be together like this he’d’ve thought they were insane. But now, he couldn’t imagine anything better. It was good. Really good.
This past week, they were barely out of each other’s sight. Even now, she’d left just an hour ago, he was already counting the minutes til she’d be back.
Oh you’ve got it bad, bub! He grimaced. But he couldn’t help himself. She made him happy. Now all he had to do was hang onto her. Again, his liaison with Jean drifted across his mind.
Logan shook his head in disbelief. Feeling what he did for Ro, he couldn’t believe he’d gone almost two years believing he was in love with Jean. God what a waste! A prickly sense of unease crawled across his skin as he thought about his conversation with Ro. She didn’t want to be hurt. And Logan knew she would be if she’d ever found out about him and Jean. It didn’t matter that Jean happened before he and Ro got together. All bets were off in this situation.
Realistically, Logan knew he had very little to worry about. Nobody knew about him and Jean. He wouldn’t tell. Jean certainly wouldn’t tell. It was a dead issue. Closed. So why did he still feel uneasy?
Shaking off this weird mood, Logan decided to check his e-mail. He hadn’t looked at it for over a week and there were probably close to 300 messages on the server.
He saw the most recent message was from Emma regarding new staff.
“Sean Cassidy, hmmm” Logan murmured to himself as he read Emma’s brief bio of the new Biology & Biochemistry teacher. Logan whistled soundlessly as he recognized the name. Sean Cassidy had been in the news recently as someone whose expertise on biochemical weapons had been sought by the government.
Scrolling further, Logan’s gut clenched when he saw the name of the second new “well not new really -- instructor. He had to re-read it to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
“Holy, Fuck --!” He breathed “It can’t be…?” And then he saw the anticipated arrival date and his breath stopped.
Tomorrow. Shit.
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After being stopped for what felt like the tenth time to resolve some minor dispute, Ororo finally made her way toward Emma’s office.
She felt a twinge of guilt as she walked briskly up the stairs to the fourth floor administrative offices. She’d basically ignored all responsibility this past week. With the exception of Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve, she hadn’t come to the school at all. She’d been disgustingly content to laze around her house with Logan all week interspersed with her daily visits to the Hospital.
Ororo smiled ruefully as she turned the corner toward Emma’s office. She couldn’t blame Emma if she was pissed. Emma was the newest staff at the school. She’d only been hired seven months ago. And now she was practically running the place single handedly.
As she neared Emma’s door she could hear Emma speaking, her cool tones sounding more warm than usual.
“I just wish to apologize again. We simply weren’t expecting you until tomorrow.”
“No, I am the one that needs to apologize.” Came the deeper tenor of a male voice “I was able to get an earlier, direct flight and I just decided to come a day earlier. I knew Charles wouldn’t mind. I didn’t realize that he was in the hospital.”
“Oh, yes.” Emma’s answered, her voice almost lost under the sound of shuffling papers “You need to fill out this for your W-2 and this is for your health insurance. Anyway, yes, It was a terrible car accident. It happened about a week before Christmas.”
“Ah, the last time I spoke to him was right before Thanksgiving accepting the job here. I left the country soon after.”
Ororo’s steps slowed. She knew that voice. Oh, God! She knew that voice.
She stopped stock still in Emma’s doorway. Sensing a presence, Emma looked up and smiled invitingly.
“Oh, good. I’m glad you had a chance to stop in Ororo. This is our new Physics teacher---”
But Ororo wasn’t looking at her or listening to her any longer. Her eyes were riveted to the man whose head slowly turned toward her.
A pair of unsmiling black eyes, set in an impossibly handsome sun-bronze face, bored into her.
“Ororo.” His voice was as hard as granite.
Her response was a bare whisper.
“Forge.”
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