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Title: Goddess By: Satine16

Chapter 9: Kenya and Kisses

Summary: Forge makes an offer that conflicts Ororo even more and Logan attempts to help her
make her decision.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, the belong to Marvel! I am only doing this for
fun, so please don't sue me!

Ororo walked into her bedroom draped in a fluffy pink bath towel and fuzzy slippers. She
had just wiped the layer of sweat clean off her skin. To her amazement Forge was sitting on her
bed. He hungrily watched her as she changed and began to brush her wet, metallic looking
tresses.
Exasperated he eventually breathed, "Ororo, I might as well reveal my reason for being
here."
A smile on her face, she responded, "Alright. What is it?"
"Ororo, please don't take this the wrong way," her gaze in the mirror became stern at his
words. "I would like to go and help the people of Kenya. The men I worked with in Arizona are
arranging a trip there. We would all love to have you on our team. I don't want to leave you
again."
"Forge, this is so sudden. I don't think I could leave the team....."
"Ororo, come with me. Please."
"I don't know. I..." her thoughts were running like mad.
Forge could see the signs of doubt in her every movement. He could not risk the chance
of her refusing. He decided he'd have to do what he had only considered in desperate situations.
"Come with me, Ororo," he pleaded with her, "And marry me."
That caught her attention in just the way he thought it would. Her eyes grew wide and
she dropped her hairbrush onto her dresser.
"What?" the word barely escaped her lips. "You want me to marry you?"
"Yes. I still want you to be the person I wake up next to for the rest of my life, and this
time I will not leave you."
"I am not sure, Forge. This is a huge decision and I need time."
"I am leaving in a week, Ororo."
"I will tell you before you have to leave. I promise."
Logan sat in the large leather armchair that night. The roaring fire cast a warm glow
across him and his newspaper. She soundlessly slipped into the room behind him, but he caught
her entrance anyway.
"Evening, 'Ro."
"Good evening, Logan."
"What's wrong, 'Ro? Don't try ta lie. I can sense it. Yer scared."
She sprawled out on he couch next to him and confessed what was on her mind.
"Forge asked me to marry him this evening, Logan. He wants me to move to Kenya with
him."
"WHAT?!?!?!" he roared and jumped out of his seat. "And what'll happen ta your kids.
Does he want 'em ta die of AIDS or some shit? KENYA! Goddam it! It's in the middle of
fuckin' nowhere! Why the hell would ya marry that GODDAM, MOTHER FUCKIN', HOLIER
THAN THOU, SON OF A BITCH!! Are you outta yer fuckin' mind?"
Two subtle sobs escaped her lips and inside she prayed to the Goddess that he did not
hear them. But he did. Urgently, he spun on his heels and saw the tears streaming down her face,
and his heart melted into nothing.
He raced over to the couch and cautiously sat down beside her.
"I'm sorry, 'Ro."
She didn't respond, she only looked at the hardwood floor and antique carpet. She was
afraid that if she did speak, her crying would become much more evident.
"How did ya want me to act?"
Her tearful gaze met his and amidst the sadness there was that fire, "You could have been
happy for me." She then returned her gaze to the floor, "I know you don't like him....."
She stopped speaking as his hand rested gently upon her face and brought her eyes back
to meet his own. His middle and ring fingers rested lightly behind her ear and his radiant blue
eyes apologized to her.
"I'm sorry," his voice escaped his lips in a soft tone, though it remained low and raspy.
"But how did you expect me to act, when the woman I fell for tells me she's marrying some other
lucky idiot?"
Astonished, her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly, leaving her mouth somewhat
agape. He leaned in and pressed his warm lips to hers and, though bewildered at first, she
responded and wrapped her arms around his neck. The taste of her tears lingered slightly on her
otherwise sweet lips and he pressed her lean form close to him. She had never felt the rush she
felt now when she was with Forge. Not even when they made love. She clung to him, as he was
the only solid thing in the room, and savored every kiss. When they finally broke apart, they
each rapidly tried to catch their breath, but do so silently.
"Goodnight, Logan," she barely ran her fingertips down the inside of his thigh and stood
up. She smiled brightly at him and headed for the stairs.
He made sure to examine her every move, each one graceful and elegant. He did love her.
Now he had made sure that she knew it. There was no way he was about to let her walk out of his
life and into Kenya with Forge.
A smile was plastered from ear to ear on Ororo's face, she knew exactly what her
response to Forge was going to be.





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