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Disclaimer: Resentfully I accept that I do not now, nor am I ever likely to, own these Characters. Marvel does. Life’s a bitch.


The Xavier Institute
Westchester, New York


Ororo stood overlooking the rather large lake behind the Charles’ Xavier’s Institute, a soft breeze lifting stray strands of her platinum hair causing them to dance lightly in the breeze. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was just beginning its ascension over the horizon, the sky a breathtaking blend of bright blues tinted with orange, in addition to the scent of early morning dew still clinging in the air it made for a perfect beginning to the day. Ororo inhaled deeply, savoring every sensation, running her fingertips across the dampened grass, feeling blessed to be able to do so. It had been two days since her death and resurrection and she was grateful for this morning. For every morning to come. She planned on milking each day to the fullest. ‘Live like it’s your last,’ her dear friend Yuiko always said. “I intend to, my friend. I intend to.” Her laughter echoed off the lake, a joyous sound that caused the scowling man closing in on her from behind to pause.
Logan stopped a few feet away from where Ororo stood, his heart attempting to return to its normal rhythm. He had awoken only minutes ago, having fallen asleep in the beige and green overstuffed chair that had become his second home since ‘Ro’s accident, only to find the bed where she was supposed to be laying empty. His heart had damn near busted through his adamantium laced ribcage. He looked for her throughout the entire building before deciding that there was really only one place ‘Ro would wander off to in the hours just before dawn. He had leapt from one of the school’s second story windows and loped across the wide expanse of yard, heading for the thick forest in the rear, his heart still hammering away.
Now he found her, standing at the edge of the lake, water lapping at her bare feet, her head thrown back laughing into the wind. It was a sight so welcome and breathtaking he refused to move, lest she vanish before his eyes, a dream that never was, instead of a flesh and blood woman.
“Hello, Logan.” Ororo’s voice was welcoming. She hadn’t turned around to greet him, but she instinctively knew he was there, moving towards her with that deceptively lazy and arrogant swagger of his.
“You should be in bed.” His voice was a gruff command, but she heard the worried tenderness beneath.
She gave him a look over her shoulder. “I have spent far too much time in bed of late, Logan. I must confess I find it exceedingly boring.”
“Here.” He wrapped his beaten brown leather coat around her shoulders. She opened her mouth to remind him that she never got cold, but refrained, enjoying the warmth and scent of him that lingered in the threads of the well worn garment. She simply smiled in thanks, blue eyes twinkling.
Logan scratched the back of his head, suddenly feeling uncertain. She had a way about her, looking at him like she could see right through him, down into his very soul. In fact the first thing he had ever noticed about ‘Ro were her eyes. The rest of her was gorgeous as hell, too, you’d have to be dead and buried not to notice those long shapely legs, curvy hips that swayed just-so when she walked, firm backside and a pair of the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. But it was her eyes that captivated you and held you; so bold and beautiful, shades of the sky, always shifting always changing. Whenever she was serious they were deep cerulean blue and when she laughed the shades swirled, becoming the color of a warm afternoon’s sky and still other times, when she was well and truly pissed, they turned into hard, cold blue chips of ice. Her eyes had initially caught his attention, but it was her indelible spirit, her iron will and faith in all that was good in the world…all the good she saw in him, that captured his heart.
Without speaking Ororo stepped towards him until they were separated by only their clothing and the early morning fog rolling in from the lake. “’Ro…” Logan cradled her face in his large hands. Hands that had killed countless people, done ruthless things, things he couldn’t remember and some things he would never forget. Buried beneath the rugged knuckles lay razor sharp blades, capable of slicing a man in half, covered in so much blood that suddenly he felt unworthy to touch her. As if sensing his withdrawal Ororo placed her hands on his wrists keeping him locked to her. His breath rushed past his lips, as she breathed, “I came back for you.”
Their mouths came together hungrily, drawn together by the primal force of their passion, no longer to be denied. With a growl Logan pulled her closer to him, tangling his fingers deep into the silken mass of her hair, groaning as she twined her arms around his neck, giving herself up to his devouring lips. He pulled back slightly, his mouth still brushing her damp, swollen lips. “I’ve dreamt of this,” he confessed softly.
“I take that to mean had I not come back, you would have missed me.”
“No.” He said, tilting her head so that she was looking directly into his eyes. “I would’ve followed ya, ‘Ro. Ta hell and back if need be, “ his gaze was intense.
“Logan-” Ororo’s hand reached out, long slender fingers caressing the stubble of his jaw, her eyes deepening to a shade he had never seen before. She was just too tempting. Logan molded his lips to hers once more, teeth nipping against her full bottom lip, eliciting a delicious moan from her. Her fingers pushed through the ebony thickness of his hair, pulling gently. He grunted his approval, tasting her mouth more deeply, his tongue sliding past her lips.
“’Ro,” he murmured into her mouth.
“Hmm?” her velvety reply.
“Wanna put us back on the ground?”
“Oh, my- I am so sorry.” Ororo felt heat flooding her face as she realized they were floating several feet in the air. Gently she lowered herself and Logan back to the ground. “I got so carried away.”
Logan decided he liked this side of Storm, her blush was an unexpected surprise and pleasure. Sometimes she was so intimidating and authoritative a person could forget she was a woman. He liked the idea of reminding her. Frequently.
“You and me both, darlin’.” He put his arm around her waist, leading her back towards the mansion. “As much as I’m enjoying myself, you really do need t’ getchyer butt back ta bed.”
Ororo rolled her eyes. “You worry too much.”
“Well, that’s one I’ve never been accused of before.”
They walked back to the Institute in companionable silence, both minds reliving the intense kiss shared by the lake. Ororo wondering if he had kissed her out of relief that she was alive? Out of friendship? Logan wondering if he had pushed too fast? Too soon?
Too soon, hell, bub, ya were almost too late! His mind bellowed. He surprised Storm when he suddenly stopped walking, effectively halting her as well.
“Lo-? Mmmm.” He slid his hands down her waist, cradling her hips, kissing her again for all he was worth. When they broke apart, both were shaking, trying to catch their breathes.
“I want ya Ororo Munroe, want ya more than I’ve ever wanted anybody. Anybody.” he emphasized. “ And I’m willin’ to wait fer ya to accept that, or tell me t’ go fuck myself, but know that I ain’t going anywhere ‘til you tell me too. We clear.”
Ororo was silent for a moment, causing him a moment of anxiety. “Funny. That is almost exactly what I was going to say to you,” she said at last. Logan grinned so wide the dimples in his cheeks showed.
“Were ya now?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Most definitely.” She started to sag against him.
“’Ro?”
“Sorry. Not as strong as I thought I was. No I told you so’s please,” she said with a smile.
Logan said nothing, simply placed his arm under her legs and lifted her against him. When she began to protest he hushed her with a kiss, telling her in his most menacing growl to shut up.
Once they arrived at her attic loft Logan slipped his jacket from her shoulders, tossing it onto the beige and green chair he had vacated less than thirty minutes ago. Ororo began to shrug out of the white robe she had slipped on for her early morning meeting with the dawn, pausing to look at Logan with uncertainty. She had never been overly modest about her body, nor was she one to flaunt her nakedness in front of others. But now in front of this man she found herself worried about any scars Sabertooth’s attack may have made on her flesh. She had not bothered to examine herself earlier, never having been a vain woman and never really caring what others thought of her. But suddenly, she wanted to be beautiful- for him. She didn’t know what to do.
Logan sensed her unease and it drew him to her. Without a word his rough fingertips skimmed her flawless face, traveled down her arms, wrapped around the knot at her waist and with a deft pull, unknotted her belt, the sides of her robe falling open, revealing everything to his hungry gaze. She closed her eyes, turning away, a single tear sliding down her cheek. Her eyes flew open when she felt his lips at her chin, licking the salty essence from her, his hands pushing the robe completely off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor.
“Beautiful,” his voice was sinfully dark and husky. With exquisite tenderness he traced the lines of the faint scar she bore directly over her heart, its shape reminding him of a bolt of lightening. He knew she wouldn’t bear the mark long, because like him Ororo’s mutant genes made it near impossible for her to scar permanently, but it served as a reminder for him. A reminder of how very close he came to never having a moment like this with her. Logan kissed her suddenly- hard and long, his hands pressing her against him as closely as possible. He needed her, needed to taste her, needed to hold her, needed to be held, and he needed to know she was his.
“Let’s tuck you in.” He broke away, guiding her to the bed. He pulled back the covers and settled her on them. “Comfy?”
Ororo nodded, not trusting her voice after a kiss like that. “Good,” he said. Logan pulled his boots off, removed his shirt and jeans until he stood before her clad in only a pair of smiley face boxers. She raised one winged eyebrow.
“Don’t ask.” He grumbled. “They were a gift from Jubilee.”
“Oh.”
“Was that a giggle, darlin’? So help me--” he said in mock threat. He slid under the soft white comforter, pulling her into his warm embrace. She rested her head on his chest, long legs twined with his, her hand resting over the steady drum of his heart.
“I really should tell the Professor--”
“Sleep now,” Logan interrupted. “there’ll be time for the other stuff later.” His hand caressed the swirls of her ear. Ororo let out a content sigh, fully asleep in moments. Logan breathed in her welcome scent, letting himself enjoy the feel of her naked flesh against his and for the first time that he could remember he felt utterly at peace. “Sleep well, babe. I’ll be here when ya wake up. Always.” He pressed his lips to her hair, eyes falling shut, a smile on his face and the woman he loved in his arms. He didn’t deserve it, but he’d take it, and heaven help anyone who tried to take her away from him again.





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