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Logan pulled the car to a stop and turned off the engine. Ororo reached for the door, but Logan placed his hand on her knee. She stopped; her breath caught in her throat as she looked down at his hand. He quickly removed it and muttered a brief apology. Ororo rubbed her thighs together to pacify the firming of the sensitive muscles between her legs. Logan's senses were thick with the smell of her heat and excitement. It sparked an arousal of his own. Down boy.

He didn't know why, but he found himself saying "Yah wanna talk about it?" Ororo swallowed hard suddenly feeling dehydrated. The clouds in the sky began to roll;a slow preparation for rain. He wanted to talk about it? Why not? They were two consenting adults weren't they? Ororo couldn't explain what she was feeling, but she knew for sure that her body had never responded that way to Scott, or anyone for that matter.

"I think we should," she admitted. Logan spread his hands flat against his thighs and waited. "I don't know where to start" Ororo began focusing her attention on the handle of her beach bag. "I mean I guess the sexual attraction is the biggest issue so maybe we should start there?"

Logan said flatly, "Sexual attraction?"

"Logan, I'm a big girl, and I am perfectly capable of having an adult conversation."

Logan sighed "Ororo, I don't think this conversation is appropriate"

"None of this is appropriate!" she blurted "But, if we go back to technicalities then it really doesn't matter now does it?"

"Technicalities? Look, whatever you and Scott have done together–"

"Me and Scott?"

"Yeah. Isn't that what we're talking about?"

Ororo suddenly realized her mistake. Of course he was talking about Scott. Logan could probably see that the conversation she had had with him on the phone had upset her. She hadn't said a word on the ride back to the mansion. Of course he could tell that something was bothering her. She had to fix this very horrible and embarrassing mistake.

"Me and Scott, yeah of course!-well we've never-–I mean I've never–-you know we've kissed and-–but never-–I'm a virgin!" she revealed, and immediately wished she could catch the words that vomited from her stupid mouth. Too much information Ororo. She turned her face away from him blinking back tears.

Logan let the silence hang as he processed the moment. His hand went up to her face and he cradled her chin with this thumb and forefinger turning her towards him. Ororo was met with a look on his face that was soft, caring, and genuine. So unlike the Professor Logan she had come to know.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his hand leaving her chin and resting on her hand.

Ororo gave a small nervous laugh and shook her head "It's nothing. Kids stuff. I'm sure Scott and I can work it out."

Logan knew that she was lying. It was more than what she was making it. But he also knew that she wasn't going to tell him. At least not now.

With some degree of control regained Ororo took a deep breath. Since when did she start crying at the drop of a hat? Lately her emotions were completely unreliable. "I had fun today Logan," she said finding her voice. In the next moment she was leaning across the center console. Logan went still. No, no, not the best of ideas. She's a kid and she's confused. Push her away; don't let her get too close. Push her away before you pull her into your arms and make her yours.

Logan had to admit that the idea excited him to no end. He couldn't even remember his first time. Somehow he imagined that being with Ororo in that way would be similar to that experience. Sweet, pure, and innocent. He was curious about her, and that simple fact made him feel wrecked. What are you thinking old man? Your first time was special. Ororo should give it away to someone she loved. Not to a school teacher. He would only be taking advantage of her…an innocent child. That's what people would say. She's young and impulsive, but you? You're old enough to know better. What kind of message would he be sending to the rest of the students?

But, she wasn't a child. A student, yes, but a child? The gentle rise and fall of her alluring breasts, powerful presence of her long shapely legs and the sensuous look in her eyes said she was a woman. A woman with needs and desires as strong as his own. It was then that her mouth pressed softly against his cheek. The kiss was charming and shameless. Her breath was hot and sweet. He wanted more. She lingered for only a moment leaning away just enough to look into his steel grey eyes. His gaze fell to her parted lips. They were moist and ready to be kissed. Logan ran his thumb across her bottom lip and Ororo continued to hold his gaze.

She waited unsure of what to do. Would he kiss her? Did she want to be kissed? The fluttering in her stomach, the moisture building between her thighs and the quickening of her pulse all said YES, YES, OH GOD YES. Logan tilted his head. She gasped prepared for her first real kiss and he brought his mouth to her forehead. Ororo closed her eyes saddened by the loss of a moment she doubted she'd be able to get back. He did see her as a child, and that kiss had proved it. Logan pulled away from her and gripped his hands on the steering wheel.

"Goodnight kid," he said his eyes focused on the emblem in the center of the steering wheel. Ororo wanted to object. Couldn't he see? Couldn't he see that if he wanted to kiss her she had the mind to kiss him back? Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she was imagining things. He's use to dealing with women. What did she expect? For him to make love to her and then check her off for completing all her homework assignments? Or maybe after he popped her cherry in the school parking garage they could high five for her getting an "A" on her final exam. And what about the Professor and Dr. Grey? They would be betrayed, no doubt, and rightly so. The Professor had entrusted Ororo to Logan's care. And she liked Dr. Grey. The last thing she wanted was to hurt her. She was about to throw all of that away, and for what? The satisfaction of a teenage curiosity?

Silently Ororo climbed out of the car. Logan opened his mouth to speak but was met by the slam of the car door.

Ororo was a virgin? That was in fact a surprise to him. Kids these days weren't exactly taking things slow. The fact that she was said a lot about her. She considered things carefully. She was funny and fun to be with. Logan cursed under his breath, ejected his claws, and scraped them across the back of his bedroom door…he'd need a new door soon.

He undressed and stepped into the cold shower. He tried to focus his thoughts on anything that didn't involve Ororo. Maybe I should call Jean…set things right. Being with Jean made more sense than the idea he was playing with as far as Ororo was concerned. Logan rested his head on the wall under the shower head and hoped that the scolding iced cold water would wash away the dried sea salt, sand and perhaps soothe the growing thickness in his groin. Sexual frustration…that's all it was. Logan knew how to take care of that. Harvey's was never low on bar maids. That's what he needed. A beer and some quality time in the bedroom. No strings attached.





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