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Title: Goddess By: Satine16

Chapter 11: Through Another's Eyes

Summary: Logan acted rather....interestingly at the end of Ch. 10. This is why. It is the rest of the
night through his eyes.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, the belong to Marvel. This is fun for me, I am
not doing it for money. Please don't sue me! I'm broke anyway.


He did it. He told her and it felt as if a ten ton weight had been lifted off his chest and he
could breathe again. What made it all so wonderful was that she kissed him back. His affections
were not wasted on her, she truly returned the feelings.
Logan could not help but smile as he read his book, or at least attempted to read his book,
because couldn't stop thinking about her. They way she looked, the way she felt, the way she
smelled, the way she tasted. For about a half hour all of those thoughts whirred in his mind,
leaving him in a happy daze. A natural sort of high. Then came the voice from behind him.
"I understand you have freed yourself from your cowardice, Wolverine."
It was cold and bating. Malevolent and bitter. It was Forge.
Logan rose from his chair and turned to face the man who had jeopardized the one thing
he truly loved. He was the threat. What Logan never considered was that he was just as much of a
threat to Forge.
"I told her how I felt. It ain't a crime, ya know."
"No it's not. The crime is the fact that she is going to flat out reject you now."
"Only in your dreams, bud."
"You think she'd choose you after I gave her a speech about the starving orphans in
Africa. Hmmm..starving, dying children, or Logan? Which would you choose if you were in her
shoes?"
A growl hummed in Logan's throat and his lips separated slightly to reveal his clenched
teeth.
"Ya really don't have any morals, do ya?" Logan snarled at him.
" I do what I have to for the causes that I see fit. You never thought I was going to let you
win, Wolverine. What kind of battle would that be?"
Forge turned on his heels and left the room feeling much better than when he had entered
it. The little matches he had with Logan were all too entertaining for him, because he thought
that he would always win.
Logan decided that night that he was no longer going to be nice. If Forge was going to
play hard, he could play harder. The gentle murmurs of discussion between Scott and Jean as
they ascended the stairway caught Logan's attention, and it drew his notice to Ororo being alone
in the kitchen. A small smile came across his lips but he replaced it with a scowl and entered the
dimly lit room.
He entered and saw Ororo dumping some old tea into the sink and as she turned to exit
she saw him, stopped cold and her eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"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. Every movement he made had a purpose. If anything he wanted to prove
to her that he would never let her go without a protest.
"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," he words were cold and he saw her shudder slightly at the comment.
"I am going to help the children. I am not going to be with him," there was a stubborn
tone in her voice. He knew then not to reprimand her and belittle her pride.
"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?" the far off, sweet, but sultry tone
in her voice was his cue.
He sat and turned towards her, and when they made eye contact he quickly whispered in a
very low voice, "He'll never kiss you like this."
He grabbed her on the small of her back and pulled her into him, a sudden rush over
taking his body. He pressed his lips to hers and quickly felt her response. His hands glided under
her small t-shirt and roamed over her endless amounts of soft flesh. As he lightly brushed her
breast she gasped and her knew it was working. Instantly, he moved on to her long neck and
feasted there as she drew in rather noisy breaths and ran her hands over his shoulders and upper
back. He let his kisses wander all over her collarbone and the portion of her cleavage that was
uncovered from her t-shirt. When his had reached the clasp of her bra he realized that it had
begun to go too far and that he did not want to do this as part of his plan. He stopped right then
and Ororo looked deep into his eyes, truly confused by what had happened.
He did want her, and he wanted her to know that. Slowly, he licked his lips and gently
brushed them across hers one last time.
He could smell that he was leaving her just as he had wanted to.
The more cruel side of him escaped as he left her to herself, in the dark kitchen, and he
called back to her, "Have fun in Africa." A small, but nasty, smile crept across his lips and the
faint hope that she come looking for him later kept him going. His plan would work.





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