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"Nothin' happened," Logan claimed fixing his eyes on the Professors stern gaze. Jean scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Her knee bounced wildly with chaotic rage and a rigid vein strained against her neck. She was livid and had been ever since the night before when she had found Ororo and Logan together in their near kiss. After Jeans shouting match with Logan she had almost immediately called the Professor who sensing a need for his presence at the mansion had already decided to catch the red eye back. He had landed only a few hours before the meeting they were having now.

"Logan you've put me in a delicate situation," the Professor began his tone leveled. He had a responsibility to protect his students and his staff, but in light of recent events he felt as if he had failed...

"Nothin' happened," Logan said again patiently. He wondered how Ororo was holding up. The night before she had pushed past Jean and Logan leaving them to fight out their differences. Jean had gone on and on about how betrayed she'd felt and how ashamed he should have been for taking such an advantage with his position at the school.

"Nothing that cannot be rectified. With time," the Professor offered. He was already devising a plan of action. He didn't want to send Logan away. At least not permanently. Logan was a valued asset to the school, although a little rough around the edges when it came to his teaching techniques. However, the students respected him, and learned lessons in his class that would prepare them for the harsh world that awaited them beyond the gates of the school. For that, Xavier was thankful.

Unable to hold her tongue any longer Jean sat up in her chair abruptly and said "She's just a child Logan. You should have known better. How long has this been going on?" Jean was curious. She wanted to know how long had she been making a fool of herself. How long had she been holding onto the hope of a future with him when it was obvious that he wasn't the man she thought he was? How long had Logan and Ororo been making eyes at one another...stealing kisses and god knows what else here and there...all behind her back? Did they think she was a joke? Did they lie in one another's arms at night and laugh at her? Jean closed her eyes and willed away the tears that threatened to fall. She needed to know.

"Ororo is eighteen, technically an adult," Logan defended and immediately regretted how pathetic his voice had sounded.

Jean looked at him "Oh well that makes sense. I didn't see it that way" she said sarcastically and Logan bit his tongue. The Professor held up his hand to stay their fuming tempers, "Jean I understand you frustrations-" the Professor began, but Jean cut him off with "Frustration is describing it lightly,"

Logan stood "If you could stop bein' jealous fer-"

"Jealous?" Jean replied her tone mocking as she jumped to her feet as well "This isn't about me Logan, this is about you taking advantage of a, minor, a teenage girl-"

Logan cringed "Taking advantage?"

"Yes!" Jean spat "The word rape comes to mind-"

Logan stepped around the chair he had been sitting in so harshly that it tipped over onto the floor. He was almost in her face when he growled "Yer outta line,".

The ferocity in his eyes made Jean instinctively take a step back, but still she replied "No, you're out of line. Tell me what exactly is it that excites you about it all. Does the idea of popping her cherry get your gears going?"

"It's not about that!" Logan shouted his voice carrying into the hallway.

"Really, then what else is it about?"

"Somethin' you'll never find out, darlin'"

Jean fell silent. What had he meant by that? Whatever Logan had going on with Ororo had to be about sex...He couldn't possibly be in love with her...Could he?

"That's enough," the Professor said firmly. "Jean give us a moment, please," the Professor added.

Suddenly Jean remembered herself. She had been raging on like a lunatic... This situation had made her feel things that made her sick to her stomach. The thought of Logan and Ororo together had never even entered her mind, and now...Jean looked up at Logan, with tears in her eyes and in that moment she hated him. She exited the room without another word.

When she was gone Logan's shoulders relaxed. He picked up the chair he had knocked over and sat in it before dropping his head into his hands. The Professor, who had done a decent job of containing his own feelings about the situation, maneuvered his wheelchair so that he was in front of Logan. Logan looked up at him, his mind prepared for any mind trip the Professor thought to put him on. Instead the Professor said, "I cannot pretend this is alright, Logan."

Logan looked away "I know" he replied solemnly.

The Professor continued, "Do you understand that although legally Ororo is considered an adult, that the nature of your relationship with her, here, could be seen as inappropriate?"

"Nothin' happened," Logan pleaded. He was trying to convince himself more than the Professor. Maybe if he could just stop having feelings for Ororo then things could go back to normal...But a part of him didn't want or care about normal. That part, which was stronger than his voice of reason, wanted to hold onto the hope that there was a small chance that he could actually have her. Then he also had to consider what that would mean…If he were to pursue her what did he have to offer besides a broken past and an unsure future? She deserved more out of life then what he had to offer. Logan cursed under his breath. Then there was another issue. Ororo was still a virgin. It seemed trivial, but if he was honest with himself the thought of taking her virginity was a little too severe for him. He wasn't sure if he wanted the responsibility of being her first. You never forget your first, and Logan wasn't sure he could live up to expectation she would have of him...If she gave herself to him, did she expect for them to be together in sickness and in health? Till death they do part? Logan shook his thoughts but to his own surprise they weren't completely unsettling.

"I know that nothing has happened, physically," the Professor added reading the thoughts that raced through Logan's mind. Logan cursed again and leaned back into the chair. He'd have to be more careful around the Professor. His abilities were at the least ten times more powerful that Jeans' or any of the other little telepaths running around the mansion. The Professor found Logan's gaze and said quietly "You fell in love with her didn't you?"

"No, I don't think so," Ororo said as Betsy continued to pace the floor in Ororo's bedroom. Ororo watched her friend from her perch on the bed. Betsy chewed her thumbnail," Well we have to do some damage control. How about I psych Professor Grey? Make her forget all about it. That way things can go back to normal. Granted that you and Professor Logan can keep your hands off of one another."

Ororo sighed a smile playing gently at the ends of her mouth at the thought of Logan. "As tempting as that sounds the Professor is already home."

Betsy frowned and stopped "He is?"

"Yes, so hijacking Professor Grey's memories wont really get us very far. I'm sure if she didn't pick up on it, the Professor would."

Betsy sat on the bed with Ororo. "Besides" Ororo added twiddling her fingers on the ruffles of her pillowcase, "I'm not exactly sorry about what happened."

Betsy sighed and laid her head in Ororo's lap "Well then, I guess we're screwed." Silence fell between them and then Betsy sat up abruptly "Are you sure the Professor is home?" Ororo couldn't help but smile as she said, "You really suck at being a telepath."

Logan sat motionless in the chair in front of the Professor. He wasn't sure if he loved Ororo, and if he did he definitely wasn't ready to say it out loud. Yes, he had feelings for her...feelings that made his heart quicken when he saw her. Nothing else seemed important when he was around her. The palms of his hands heated with his desire to touch her. Yet, he wanted her past his own physical need. There was something he had seen in her eyes something that he recognized in himself...The remnants of a broken heart of his own unknown making. And that jagged part of himself seemed to be made whole with every moment he spent with her...and he could tell that whatever emotional vaccine she provided for him was healing her as well.

"I also have to admit my confliction with this. I am just as concerned about Ororo's well being as I am yours," the Professor admitted. Logan appreciated that. The Professor was the closets thing to a father that he could remember. Logan hated that he had disappointed him, but he couldn't help how he felt. Logan raked his hand through his hair, and considered his words carefully. In spite of the promise he had made to Ororo he found himself saying, "I don't wanna leave, but I will if yah ask me to."

The Professor had summoned her. Ororo moved slowly down the hall. She was in no rush to hear what the Professor had to say about her 'situation' with Logan. What could she say to him to make this 'situation' seem any less jarring?

"Could I talk to you for a moment?" Jean asked. Ororo stopped dead in her tracks. That woman had a terrible habit of sneaking up on her. She turned to see Dr. Grey standing behind her. Ororo had hoped to avoid Dr. Grey all together. Her feelings for Dr. Grey had taken a dramatic turn. She had gone from feeling guilty about Logan to down right annoyed by Jeans intrusion.

"Sure" Ororo replied her mouth hardly moving. She noticed that Jean looked as if she had been crying, and suddenly she felt the pang of remorse.

"I'm not even sure what to say here?" Jean admitted. "I know that sometimes when you're young-." Ororo frowned. Here she was, being patronized again. Suddenly she wasn't feeling very remorseful towards Jean. She felt very much like she was being scolded for indecent behavior. Come on Ororo if you want to be treated like an adult, you're going to have to start acting like one she thought. Ororo noticed as Jean went on that she was fishing for something. Insight perhaps into something that had nothing to do with her. Ororo stared blankly at Jean as she went on "Sometimes when someone you admire shows an interest in you it's easy to mistake your feelings. You might even create the illusion that-"

"You think I'm delusional?" Ororo asked.

Taken aback by Ororo's tone Jean opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water "Not delusional Ororo, just confused." Ororo looked away, and Jean went on. "I know Logan has an allure that's intense and exciting, but it's not what you think."

Ororo looked directly into Jeans eyes "I appreciate your concern Dr. Grey, but you have no idea what I think of Logan"

Jean's jaw tightened then. Here, she had expected Ororo to be repentant for what was happening, and her response was anything but. As Jean stepped forward the care and compassion in her face disappeared and what was left was the growing agony of a scorned woman. "Yes, I do actually. Ororo I thought that we were friends?"

Ororo softened a little. What was she doing? She didn't know how to respond. Should she respond as a student or as an adult? As a woman standing up for what she wanted?

"You're my teacher" Ororo said simply.

"And what about Logan? Isn't he your teacher?"

"That's different,"

"It shouldn't be!" Jean yelled her voice cracking with the onset of unexpressed emotion. Ororo sighed, her heart pounding. She hated to have to face Dr. Grey this way. It was obvious that she was hurt, and although she hadn't wanted to hurt her, Ororo couldn't bring herself to feeling sorry for her. Ororo knew that her feelings for Logan were something that she wouldn't just be able to turn off.

Exasperated Jean shook her head and said "I guess there is no nice way of putting this Ororo, but whatever you think is going on between you and Logan...It can't work. And I think you're smart enough to know why."

Ororo swallowed the lump in her throat before she said "Maybe you should look in the mirror when you say that."

Then she turned around and continued towards the Professors office. She was harsh she knew, but she couldn't fight the protective nudge she felt towards her feelings for Logan. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to try and convince her that what she felt for him wasn't genuine...least of all Jean.

"Ororo!" Jean called just as she reached the end of the hall. Ororo turned to her again her chin up and eyes determined. "I'm not going to tolerate this," she promised.

Ororo replied without hesitation "Neither will I. I don't want to talk about this again Dr. Grey," and then she was gone.

"I am placing Professor Logan under a temporary suspension," The Professor concluded. Ororo's arms dropped as she exchanged questioning looks between the Professor and Logan who stood a respectful distance from her in the Professors office. "I believe the reason is obvious, as it should be for the both of you" he added.

"Its only till the end of the semester," Logan said. Ororo noticed the tension that smoldered in his eyes, and she wanted to comfort him.

"Until the end of the semester? But that's after I graduate." Ororo said unnecessarily. She wanted to make sure she understood the Professor correctly.

"Precisely" The Professor responded, "I'll be bringing in one of my colleagues to teach Professor Logan's classes in the meantime. After the graduation he will be free to return to his duties here at the school."

Ororo dropped her head. So this was it then? Was she supposed to just let Logan get sent away because of her?

"No" she said softly.

"Storm," Logan reassured.

"I said no!" Ororo said pushing out of her seat. She turned to the Professor and tried her best to control her pitch. "I know I've disappointed you, but I— Logan and I– I'm not sure what–"

"Ororo, this is for the best" The Professor promised saving her from her fumbling explanation. It touched him to see how genuine her feelings could be read on her face. Ordinarily Ororo was the poster child for level headedness. He could see now that she truly did care for Logan, more than he had realized. Logan saw it as well, and it made him fall a little harder for her…if that were even possible.

"In that time I hope the two of you can gain a little perspective on this situation. This is something I cannot allow to go on. Not at this time at least," The Professor said and Ororo and Logan looked at one another understanding the Professors dilemma.

"Now," the Professor said moving towards his office door. "I'm going to have a word with Dr Grey. I'll leave you to say your goodbyes." Logan opened the door for the Professor nodding his head to him in a silent thank you for the moment alone he had provided them. When he closed the door behind him

Ororo said tightly, "Whose idea was it to send you away? Yours or the Professors?"

Logan sighed crossing his large arms over his chest "We both thought it was–-"

"But you said you wouldn't–-"

"I know what I said Storm, and I'm sorry."

Ororo looked away then, and took a deep breath. What else could she do but accept it? Maybe their separation would be for the best. It would make life at the mansion a lot less stressful with all the tension and emotions running high. Maybe she and Jean could actually repair their relationship. If she and Logan were meant to be then…

Ororo's shoulders dropped "I guess this is goodbye then," she said striding towards the door where he stood. Logan stepped aside as she reached for the doorknob, but she hesitated to turn it. She looked up at him and Logan gently placed his hand over hers. She immediately turned into his arms. Logan secured her against his chest, and for a moment closed his eyes to savor her being there…where she belonged. The warmth of his hard chest pressed against her pulsed through her entire body. Ororo looked up at him and drew in a steadying breath. The heat of their proximity melted away everything that stood between them. The difference in their age, their relationship as student and teacher, Jean, the Professor…none of it mattered now. All that was left was the need that vibrated between them. She could feel his arousal, and the promise of physical satisfaction provoked a dampness between her legs. It produced a sweet scent that Logan took deeply into his nostrils and exhaled through his mouth. He wanted to taste her. Logan dipped his head to the hollow of her throat and tenderly massaged his mouth, tongue, and teeth against the sensitive skin there. Ororo leaned in closer to him closing her eyes against his gentle caress. When she whimpered he found her lips with his own, and kissed her wet, hard, and deep. Logan slanted his mouth and Ororo opened hers to him shuddering against the erotic force of his tongue. Her body shivered uncontrollably. Why was it that only he could make her feel this way? Her limbs grew weak, but the strength of his arms held her firmly against him. His passion gave her a boldness she had never experienced before. Ororo smoothed her hand across his chest, and then down his stomach towards the rock hard erection that bulged against his pants. When she touched him there he growled and grabbed her hand gently pinning it behind her back.

"Wait, wait, wait" he said raggedly. And she knew then that her touch had a similar affect on him as his did to her. Ororo searched his eyes for an explanation. Why had he stopped? She didn't want him to stop. She wanted more. She leaned up and kissed him again catching his breath in her mouth. Logan groaned releasing her hand from behind her back so that he could cradle the nape of her neck. Ororo sighed as delicious sensations flooded her body. Logan pressed her against the door, and in the same motion used his knee to fill the space between her legs. His hands worked quickly to undo the clasp of her jeans. He slid his hand into her panties, and cupped his hand around her hot center. Then he used his middle and ring fingers to massage over the slick flesh there. Ororo gasped as he dipped his fingers into her folds, and played with the erect nub that vied for the most attention. Instinctively she opened her legs wider for him.

The thunder of running footsteps crashing down the hall past the Professors door brought them back to reality. Logan finally pulled his mouth away from hers, and removed his hand from inside her panties. Ororo looked up at him suddenly feeling shy and a little self-conscious. He had made noises come out of her that she had never made before Her hands shaking Ororo tried to fix her jeans. Logan gently moved her hands out of the way and secured them for her. When she was able to breath steadily she whispered "When are you leaving?"

"Tonight" his said still holding her close. He felt a magnetic pull towards her as if touching her was as vital as breathing. Unable to resist, he nipped a kiss from her and pulled away before it spiraled out control as it almost had a few moments ago.

"Will you come and see me tonight, before you leave?" she asked meeting his gaze. He looked away then knowing what her intentions were. Were they ready for that? Was she ready? He couldn't judge given their current position. He would have taken her right in the Professors office if they hadn't been interrupted. Thank god they had been. He hardly thought that Ororo had imagined her first time being up against a door. And in spite of his reservations about Ororo's virginity none of that seemed to come to mind as his head swam with the scent of her arousal. He found himself saying "Yeah, I'll come see yah."

Ororo flashed him a smile and kissed him again. When they finally managed to pull away from one another Ororo fixed her appearance as much as possible before slipping out of the Professors office. Logan stared at the back of the door for a long time after she left. The Professor had been right. Maybe leaving was for the best. When he was around her he found it hard to grab hold of his senses. Logan slid his fingers, still wet with Ororo's sweet juices, into his mouth and sucked gently. And again he wanted more.





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