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Title: Goddess By:Satine16

Chapter 10: The Longest Night

Summary: This is Ororo's night. She tells Forge, speaks with Scott, and encounters Logan.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Marvel! I am only doing this for
fun, so please don't sue me!!!!!


Ororo entered the dimly lit room to see Forge reading a thick political book. He was
laying sprawled out on the fainting couch and deeply enthraled in what he was reading. He lifted
his eyes and smiled as he saw her.
"Hello, my dear."
"Forge, I need to speak with you."
He knew. Those words had only one meaning, and having wielded them himself at one
point, he knew what was coming next. He also knew he had to stop her from making that
decision.
"Alright, speak to me, Ororo."
She sat down on the couch next to him and began, "I cannot go to Kenya with you, Forge.
I was madly in love with you as a girl. I would have followed you to the ends of the earth. Now I
am a grown woman. I wish to stay here."
"Ororo," he started, a pleading tone in his voice and desperate look in his eyes, "They
need you there. There is a drought in Kenya now. People are dying. You are the only person I
know that has the ability to save them. I need you there. This hunger inside me can only be
satisfied when I'm with you. When I can taste you."
"I wish I could help...."
"You CAN. Just come with me."
The taste of Logan's kisses lingered as she licked her lips. Forge leaned in to kiss her and
their lips met. His kisses were soft and gentle. Logan's were hungry and passionate. All that she
could think was that she didn't want to be here. She wanted Logan. He wanted her.
Abruptly pulling away from the kiss, Ororo breathed, "It's over, Forge. Pack your bags. I
want you to be out of here by tomorrow."
A bitter glare met her eyes and he spat, "This is because of Logan. Is it not?"
She couldn't meet his glare, she only stared at the painting on the wall.
"I see. You know he'll only betray you. Leave you for a younger, sexier woman. A girl."
Her head spun around and she met his hard stare. "You don't know him," she almost
growled at him.
"I see he's gotten to you already. I do know him. He's a man. But he has the drive of an
animal. He will never commit to you. You only dream he will."
She towered above his sitting figure as she rose. Her long white strands thrown about her
shoulders and her eyes infused with a furious spark. A spark that begged to be set free.
"Goodnight and goodbye."
"If you won't come for me, come for the children. They are dying in masses. They need
help. I don't know anyone but you that can help them."
She inhaled deeply and remembered the information he had given her that afternoon. The
pictures of dying families and starving children. It pierced her soft heart and weakened her.
"Alright, I'll go for a couple months. Not for you. For the children."
She sauntered out of the room and headed for the kitchen. She saw Scott eating a
doughnut and watching The Tonight Show when she entered. The fury and sorrow left her heart
and she warmed on the inside. He was her oldest and dearest friend, and she loved him like a
brother.
"Hello, Scott."
"Hey, 'Ro," he shut off the television at her entrance. "Doughnut?"
She put up her hand and shook her head, but poured herself a cup of lukewarm tea and sat
across from him. She seemed distant. Scott knew her too well and could see that there was
definitely something bothering her.
"What's wrong, Ororo?"
She explained the entire dilemma to him. Forge's return, and the revival of their romance.
The offer to go to Kenya and fight the drought. Logan's kisses and confession. Her last encounter
with Forge. He absorbed it all and finally responded.
"This surprises you?"
"Excuse me?" she became all too confused at his comment.
"You're in shock that two men are fighting for you. Jesus. You'd be able to add Remy to
the list if Rogue hadn't walked into the picture. I'd be on there too if it wasn't for Jean."
"WHAT?!?"
"Don't get me wrong, I love my wife dearly, but you are a goddess in most men's eyes.
You are tall, and beautiful. You've got a vast mind and a tremendous heart. Some guy would
have to be stupid not to fall for you."
"There was never anything between the two of us, Scott."
"I wanted there to be. I was crazy about you when we were in class together. I would have
given up my car to date you."
A smile crossed her face as she remembered the beat up rust-mobile Scott drove at
seventeen. For some reason there was always a hubcap in the back seat. Ororo never could quite
figure out why. But he loved that car more than anything.
"I still consider you to be my oldest and one of my closest friends," he finished warmly.
At that point a very pregnant Jean wandered into the room.
"Scott, I can't get upstairs," she looked as if she was about to cry.
"Come on sweetie," he winked at Ororo and raced over to Jean. Placing one hand on the
small of her back and taking her hand in the other, he walked down the corridor.
Ororo went to the sink, disposed of the tea and turned to walk up the stairs but stopped
dead in her tracks at the sight of Logan.
"Yer leavin for Africa."
"It is still a possibility."
He nodded and walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He dropped down into a chair
and popped the top off.
"Don't expect me to be happy for you."
"I don't. And wouldn't."
"Goddam it, 'Ro. Why do you let him do that to you?"
"Do what to me, Logan?'
"Manipulate you."
"I am going to help the children. I am not going to be with him."
"You are going to help the kids, but you'll be with him 24/7 and then you'll fall for him
again. He knows it too."
"I am my own person, Logan," she walked over window bench and sat down, leaning
against the wall."What is so bad about being in love anyway?"
Logan stood up and sat down next to her.
"He'll never kiss you like this," he took his large hands and rested them on the small of
her back and in one motion pulled her to him, knocking the air from her lungs and letting her
stomach flip flop. He kissed her again and again and she quickly responded. His stubble felt
rough against her smooth skin and his kisses were hard, feverish and insatiable. Heat poured
from his every move and she felt her body temperature rise with every touch. His hand slipped
under her t-shirt and roamed over the smooth skin of her back and then came around to the front,
grazing her breast lightly and causing her to gasp into the kiss. Responding to her, he began to
kiss the nape of her neck and still let his hands roam, allowing her to be a little more vocal. He
loved the feel of her soft skin but knew in the depths of his mind, he had to stop. He wasn't going
to go any further. Immediately, he broke the contact and just stared into her eyes. The ravenous
look in his otherwise clear, ocean blue eyes let her know how badly he wanted her. Slowly, he
licked his lips and softly brushed them over her own one last time. He got up from the bench and
walked away, leaving her in a daze.
As he left he made one last comment, "Have fun in Africa."





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