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Chapter.7.


Carefully, ever so carefully, he peeled her ivory cotton top from her shoulders, edging it downwards as he stood behind her. He revealed the smooth curve of her dark flesh to himself gradually, enjoying the way the light from the street that filtered through the window, caught the sheen; her whole body affecting an ephemeral glow. All he could hear was the sound of her breathing, growing deeper and harsher, but still quite slow like the wind weaving through crisp autumnal branches. Joining the sound was rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain that had just started; beating steadily and comfortingly on the bedroom window; tiny drum beats that made one feel safe inside, warm. Logan could tell her eyes were shut tight as he lowered his lips to her neck, but refrained from kissing as his right hand searched forwards, tracing two fingers along either side of her collar bone. It wasn’t long before it dipped down under the lace trimmed collar of her top, running swiftly but softly over her right breast before coming back up. Her turned her around to face him and was pleased inside that for once, she looked him straight in the eyes as he proceeded to undress her. With movements quicker than before, he removed her top from the bottom up. Delighted to see that she was already bare underneath his head swooped down to her breast, taking as much as he could into his mouth as he tugged at the laced up front of her skirt letting it fall to the ground about her long legs with barely a sound.


Ororo thrust her hands into his wild, dark hair as he kissed at her breast passionately yet tenderly, holding him to her. With his sizable hands firmly about her slim waist he laid her on the bed behind her and gently got on top of her; his already bare chest pressing against her unclothed abdomen. All the while he still had her breast to his mouth but now that they were on the bed he slowly withdrew from it until just her nipple was caught between his teeth. But he only teased the mocha nub for a moment, in which Ororo’s first gasps of ecstasy escaped her lips. Already, they were wickedly full and ripe, though he’d barely done anything to her, barely started with the love making. Taking his mouth away from her breast completely, Logan issued a few kisses about her torso and chest before he went to her mouth, kissing her lips softly; truly ‘tasting’ them for the first time. He continued like this for a while before slipping his tongue in, exciting a tender exploration between them that felt like none other previous to it. After lying there, enjoying the gentle simplicity of this sexual act, Logan eventually started to move them up the bed with a steady arm firm around her mid-riff; resting Ororo’s head on the pillows at the headboard. She had hooked her legs high up about his waist but as he pulled back, breaking their searching kiss, he reached behind him and unhooked them from his body. Quickly, he reached back down and began to tease her knickers down.


She closed her eyes again as she threw her hands up about her head; her arms crossed over one another and gripping at the edge of the pillow beneath her. It was elation itself to feel his soft kisses down her body as he followed and caressed with his lips each inch of skin that came after her black underwear. He’d started at the top of her thigh as he gradually made his way down her long legs, delivering kisses like warm summer rain to her faultless skin until he came to end of her long limb and the lacy negligee was removed. She was bare to him utterly now, in more ways than one. He, in turn, took the remainder of his own clothes off. The clicking of his belt buckle coming undone; the dull pop, pop, pop of buttons being unbuttoned. Kneeling between her endless supple legs he looked down upon her and felt a wave of emotion unlike any other he had ever experienced. Truly as if he were seeing her with fresh eyes yet ingrained with a passion that had always been. A passion immemorial. What he’d said to her on that strange night that seemed so long ago now, was unequivocally true. It did frighten him how much he wanted her and now even more so. Bringing himself back down on her body, he grasped both her hands on the way down, interlocking his fingers with hers, holding them down at either side of her head.


Ororo brushed her lips against his as he came close and she couldn’t help but whimper as she felt his rock hard erection against the inside of her thigh, and with a movement of his body brushing it against the lips of her vagina, intentional or not. Her body was aflame with a type of desire that she had not experienced before for she knew already that this would be different. She didn’t hook her legs around him this time; only laid them further apart, spreading her feet and letting her knees fall apart so they almost touched the mattress at either side. It heightened the heat betwixt her thighs as she spread for him and the anticipation of his entrance reached its peak. In all this he’d been kissing her, willing mouth again and then down to her neck, uttering his own small moans as he caressed and bit at it, but in a manner which could only suggest an un-containable love. A love so fierce that he couldn’t control himself in the face of it.


She moved her body against Logan’s in her aching; each lover squeezing tightly at the other’s locked hands in their mutual violent craving. Ororo thought she would burst her dams if he didn’t fulfil her soon. He began to move against her with the same rhythm as she was against him; his penis urgent to enter her, but feeling abated by the imminence of the act. But just as he was moving to plunge into her hot opening, another passion seized him and taking his head down to her shoulder he uttered, in a breathless but somehow full, strong voice, “I love you...Ororo, I love you so much...so goddamn much...” Just after he spoke the absolute truth to her he thrust himself into her forcefully, making her erupt with cries of abandoned ecstasy. But in truth she was also enraptured and at once spinning from his words. The words she had longed to hear forever; words that she felt with equal ferocity.


Holding onto her hands even tighter, he began to move in and out of her, rolling his hips with hers. For despite the passionate entrance, he began to make love to her, in the truest sense of the expression. He delved into her with deep, penetrating strokes, all the while kissing at her neck, her defined jaw line, her luscious lips and smooth as silk cheeks. This was how he’d wanted her for so long now and to finally be here, at this moment felt like pure bliss. To finally be himself for her; a self that was once lost but now was found. It tempered a heart that had been to long violent, empty and alone. This act felt to him an exorcism and a new beginning all in one. Time had taken long to deliver to him the right person, his angel. “Ororo...” He rasped in her ear after kissing the lobe and then taking the fleshy part in his teeth; alternately sucking and nipping at it.


As he made love to her, Ororo clasped her thighs tighter and tighter as she bit down on his shoulder and then on his neck and then again on his shoulder; feeling her that undeniable ecstasy coming near, the white heat about to fill her. Even with her mouth down on his toned shoulder, she couldn’t stop the cries from slipping out; loud, fierce and longing. Throwing her head back, she gripped at his hands, but then pulled them from his grasp and reached down to hold onto his back; her hands slipping over his shoulder blades and hard muscles. She dug her nails in just as her fevered moans became uncontrollable, causing him to rut against her harder. Her eyes stung with tears of joy, blurring the vision of the soft light in the room coming from the street lamps outside. “Logan---argh---ahh...Logan...I love you...I love you...I love you...” Her hands ceased to claw at him, sliding up his back and into his hair as she moved her head back and caught his lips, initiating the kiss. Again it was hot and hard, turning into the kind of kiss where pain was the joy and an outpouring of love was the result.


Logan emitted what could only be described as an asbestos-coated growl, deep from his chest and fighting its way from his throat as his thrusts neared their end point and he felt his orgasm begin. But Ororo’s was too as her sex pulsed around his and her moans between kisses rose and rose and rose...higher and higher. And then the white heat that had boiled near the surface made itself known to both of them; tearing through the writhing bodies. Even Logan cried out as he wrapped his arms around her, taking her head into his hands; fingers threaded through her hair, holding her tight against him as he convulsed and came inside her.


Ororo quivered from head to toe, the heat, the fire pulsing from tip to tip. Her legs were right up around his body, so high that her knees were level with his shoulder blades. She panted and gasped and laughed and cried all at once it seemed as she gripped at his shoulder and his hair. Her body would not stop shaking as she lay there, never wanting this moment to end.


Logan suddenly released a breath that sounded as if he’d been holding it as he took his head from where it had been resting against her shoulder; wisps of his sweat clumped hair falling into his eyes. He moved into her vision, waiting for her to open her eyes and when she did, he held them with his; it was the first time after the act that he’d done so and Ororo noticed that they shimmered. As did hers she noticed; a ghost of their reflection catching on the moist surface of his hazel orbs. She smiled, delicate and soft; her chest still heaving to a degree, as was his.


“I love you.” He repeated quietly and in a manner that suggested a disbelief at how easy it was to say. Once he’d spoken the words, it seemed he never wanted to stop telling her. “I love you.” This time it was barely a whisper close to her waiting lips, waiting for him to devour them once more. And that he did; slow and tender. Sweet like the spread of warm honey, she returned it to him. Now the kiss had become a lover’s vow as they clung, in damp sheets, to warm moist bodies. Lost forever, in each other. Violent and soft; ferocious and loving; painful and passionate; possessive and free; torturous and tender. All that their love was, for good and ill, was realised in the lovers now. No aspect of it could be denied. Like a force of nature, it was at once cruel and life-giving...necessary. They accepted, as they kissed and caressed, limbs entangled, that it always would be...


* * *


The hours had passed with hardly a flash; the ticking of the clock on the wall melting, seconds and minutes into one another in a slipstream flow that had passed early morning darkness into cold blue pre-dawn light. No sleep had been had by Ororo nor Logan as they lay, naked and uncovered on the bed. Her head rested on his chest; her arms wrapped beneath and above the muscular barrel of his torso as her hand on top played idly with the fine hair that gathered close to the centre, over his steadily beating heart. She had one leg slipped between his, pressing firmly against him as did her flat belly and rounded breasts; warmth connecting with warmth. He had one leg raised at the knee and his hands linked together high near her right shoulder as his strong arms enveloped her body. His chin rested lightly on the top of her head, the scent of her soft tussled hair and the musk of their love making still floating around her like an invisible silk cloak despite the lapse in time.


They were facing the window and though the view did not count for much, the mesmerising regularity of the still beating rain caught the eyes interest. The lovers watched as the endless stream of water ran down the relatively clear pane of glass, creating rivers and streams, brooks and lakes through the remnants of city dirt that blocked the view in places like frost in winter, leaving patches like islands. The trickling and beating sound was soothing and again made them feel warm; being on the inside, in each others loving, safe arms.


This was peace, this was bliss, this...was heaven.


Logan shifted slightly, holding her tighter with this left hand as he ran his fore finger down the side of her face, with a touch like a downy feather. He tilted his head to the side to see if she was still awake as her hand had ceased to stir the wisps of hair and the patterned regular rhythm of her breathing suggested she had fallen into a peaceful slumber. But she looked up at him as she sensed his eyes on her; her eyes full of the warm glow that had been stoked in them, her lids heavy with content. She was the first to break the sound of silence; her low pleasant voice sounding, to his ears, comforting like a thick woollen blanket in the cold morning light. “I wish we could stay like this forever,” her hand started the stroke at his chest again, “...alone...together, in this peace.”


“Me too darlin’.” He said as he breathed in the scent once more; the musk from the love making seeming to refresh as she stirred, resting her chin on his chest so that she could look up at him properly. He moved too, shifting so that he was completely beneath her; her entire body resting on his. As they moved the unused sheet gave up its desperate clinging and fell from the edge of the bed with a prolonged swishing sound before landing in a crumpled heap. “Ya know---I’ve been thinking.”


“About what?” She asked before planting several small kisses on his chest; she too was enjoying the love making scent that came from his body.


“About what we should do now---.” He paused, hating to bring the subject up after so many hours of undisturbed perfection. “We can’t stay here ‘Ro.”


Ororo laid her cheek down on his chest again, a look of sadness taking over the content for just a moment. Her hand rubbed along absently as she said, “I know.” She knew, had known from the moment she was arrested that she would have to leave and at that time it didn’t bother her. She hadn’t had reason to think of it after she’d returned here with Logan; the thought was mercifully out of mind in her utter happiness. But now it returned like an ugly black storm-cloud on the horizon; bitter and oppressing.


“So where are we gonna go?”


Ororo jerked her head up quickly, a note of surprise in her features, although there was nothing to really be surprised about. “We?” She asked anyway, just to hear it, hear him confirm it.


“Yes ‘we’.” He gave a brief laugh but it was silent, beneath the surface as it were and it made her think about how she’d never seen him so relaxed, at ease with himself and with her. “Besides, yer about to jump bail and it ain’t as if I’ve got a nine-ta-five or anythin’.” This time Ororo laughed, before resting her head back down again, enjoying the warmth against her cheek and the blanket of his soft thin hair on her skin. “I’ve been thinkin’ of going back up North for a few years now.” He said more to himself than to her. Articulating a private thought that had been locked in solitude for some time.


“Up North?” She wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about casual geographical terms in this part of the world.


“Canada.”


“Why there?” She asked, though she could see the logic. Leaving the country completely would probably be the smartest move. But there seemed more to it than that.


Logan hesitated; he gazed down at her as she turned her head up to look at him and then he peered over to the window. The rain was pouring heavier than ever now but the blue light was becoming orange at the edges; the sun starting to rise, but the room was still cloaked in a cold darkness. “It’s where I grew up.” He finally said, his eyes fixed on the rivers and streams cutting through the islands. “I haven’t been there for years.”


Ororo didn’t ask why; she didn’t push to know more; he would tell her about himself as time went on. She realised that now. He would do it in his own time; all she had to do was be there. After all, there was much he didn’t know about her also. They were enigmas to each other and as with any other intriguing puzzle they would reveal their secrets slowly. “It sounds like a good idea.” was all she said.


“But I warn ya, it’s cold.” There was a hint of a jest.


“I am beginning to enjoy the cold.” She countered, smiling.


“And there’re bears.”


“Well, what animal could be any wilder than the one I’m with?!” She countered again, laughing this time, albeit sleepily.


“Hey! Watch it!” Suddenly, he lurched forwards and rolled them over so that he was on top of her. Ororo’s laughs became hearty now, the surprise movement knocking the sleepiness out of her immediately. But the laughs were stifled by the meeting of lips. She moaned against his mouth, almost wistfully as she parted her legs for him. Hitching them up and folding her arms tight about him; holding to his back, she felt him becoming erect once more and welcomed it, pressing pleasantly against her sex.


Briefly, Logan pulled back, “Canada it is then---tonight.”


“Tonight.” She sighed, like echoing a promise. And their lips met again and they held onto each other. Once more, they made love in the cold darkness, in the blue light tinged with growing orange and the pitter-patter and the rivers and streams; brooks and lakes cutting through the soot black islands. With the tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock of the clock, and the passing of the seconds and the minutes and the hours...


~TBC~

O.k, so you've talked me into it ToughSpirit!!I'm going to extend the story!!M'ikosan,xx





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