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Title: Goddess By:Satine16

Chapter 12: WAR

Summary: The deep twisted depths of Logan and Forge's minds have formed an all out battle
over who will WIN with Ororo's decision. Little do they know, there is a third person in the
mansion ready to play mind games.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to Marvel. Please don't sue me!



It was one o'clock in the morning and Logan was working of some of the 'extra tension'
he had accumulated in his encounter with Ororo. He had been lifting weights for the last twenty
minutes and set the treadmill to run for another twenty. Pure hard rock was blaring through the
gigantic speakers in the underground gym, and even with his advanced hearing, Logan couldn't
have heard any awkward noises. The fact that there was no fear of waking anyone upstairs was
the only thing that led him to let his music pound at this time of the morning. He thought he was
the only one awake. He thought wrong.
Someone lurked on the other side of the door. Unnoticed a hand, with beautifully shaped
and painted nails, turned down Logan's music to off. Puzzled by the sudden stop, Logan shut
down the treadmill and stepped off. He turned to approach the other room and saw her standing
there.
A sultry smile was spread across Betsy's face. She had on a pair of black stretch pants
and a track top, that had a zipper running from her navel through what would have been the turtle
neck of the shirt. But she had unzipped it so that there was a generous amount of her breasts
showing.
Her violet eyes sparkled and in a captivating tone she greeted him, "Good morning,
Logan."
"What are you doing here, kid?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" she walked over to him and smiled a half smile.
He was honestly and completely puzzled at this point. With his obsession with Ororo,
Logan failed to notice that his newest pupil had developed quite a romantic interest in him.
She pressed her plump and supple lips to his but he pushed her away.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" at this point, he had decided he knew
absolutely nothing.
"Why do you chase after her, Logan? I'm right here."
She slowly unzipped her top and let him take in the view before him.
She kissed him again, and this time, out of pure need, Logan responded. He had only had
Ororo briefly and she had never, truly, wanted him to initiate anything like this. He needed to be
with someone. Aynyone.
Before he could really conceptualize the situation, he had removed her top and had her
lying below him on one of the gym mats. His lips ran over her entire chest and abdomen and her
long fingernails dragged through his hair. She let out a soft moan and he stopped. He looked at
her and something dawned on him. This was not Ororo. This would not make up for her leaving
for Africa. This would not solve anything. THIS WAS NOT ORORO.
He sat up and threw her top to her.
"Get up, kid."
"What?"
"I can't do this. I shouldn't do this."
"Yes you can."
"No, I can't."
"Logan. I am younger, more firm and livelier than she is. And I won't be afraid to scream
your name and dig my fingernails into your back."
He looked into her eyes and as if he was pleading to a deity, one that could not
understand why, when she was offering security and eternal bliss, he begged her to let him
remain where he was.
"I love her," with a solitary breath, that was all that escaped his lips, and she shut her eyes
slowly.
"You really do?"
"Yes. More than anything."
"Then I guess this is goodbye."
Betsy hopped on the next plane to London. She was going to meet a man by the name of
Warren Worthington III, and he would pick up the pieces that Logan shattered. But for now her
young and fragile heart had been fractured.
That night Logan couldn't sleep. He paced back and forth in his room waiting to hear her
footsteps. He did at 6:30 sharp. He got into the shower as he heard her leave and dressed in his
jeans and a t-shirt. When he finished he dressed and waited for her to return.
Forge had been giving her pamphlets on Africa everyday of the week for the last week,
and Logan had to make up for lost time. But there was something inside him, crying to him that
he shouldn't be doing this to her. That he shouldn't stoop to the same level as the man who had
manipulated her for years on end. But he saw no other choice.
He heard the door open and the soft trotting of running shoes on the main staircase. She
had started to travel down the hallway when Logan surprised her from behind. She was in a pair
of running shorts and a matching sports bra and had no suspicion that anyone else was even
awake.
"Logan, I---"
He pressed her into the wall and kissed her square on the mouth. She immediately slung
her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. With her standing before him, and no risk of
anyone catching them, he had total liberties. His hands roamed her body from head to toe. He
dropped to his knees and began to kiss her exposed midriff, from the base of her sports top to the
elastic band on her shorts. His lips felt wonderful and she rested her head on the wall behind her.
Then, as she exhaled she let four words escape her lips, "I love you, Logan."
It startled him and shook him to the core. His conscience completely came back into
working order and a wave of guilt flooded him. That was followed by an extreme rush of bliss.
He looked at her, eye to eye, and she explained, "I tried to tell you earlier. But you kissed
me. Logan, I'm in love with you."
Nothing mattered anymore. No winning. No losing. She loved him back.





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