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Xavier Institute
Westchester, New York


Logan stroked the tips of his fingers along Ororo’s bare arm. She made a small sound of contentment in her sleep, snuggling closer to him. He kissed the top of her head softly before returning his stare to the ceiling with a heavy sigh. They’d been home for less than two full days and already he wanted to leave again, to take her away from this place.
Xavier, Jean and Scooter had met them in the hanger upon arrival, and Xavier’s somber eyes had immediately noticed the rings around his and Storm’s fingers. “I see it was an…eventful trip,” he had said dryly.
“It had it’s moments,” Wolverine had responded swinging Storm up into his arms.
“What’s the matter with Storm? Is she injured?” Scott had asked taking a step forward down the metal ramp.
“No. Wolverine just likes to carry his wife around,” Ali had said nonchalantly. She and the others had been witnesses, very drunk witnesses, but witnesses none the less to the small ceremony between Wolverine and Storm at The Little White Chapel. Gambit had protested mildly, only until Storm had asked him to give her away, which he then did with flourish. Two hundred bucks and fifteen minutes after their entrance to the chapel the two of them had left married and the four remaining X-Men Black members had taken a cab back to the strip while he and Storm had celebrated their vows.
“His what?!?” Jean had exclaimed, her voice about three octaves higher than necessary, eyes practically rolling down the ramp.
Wolverine smirked now, thinking of Ali’s response to Jean.
“Is there something about the phrase ‘his wife’ that’s giving you trouble, princess? Cuz I can dumb it down if you need me to.” Ali had drawled.
Jean had stood sputtering for a full ten seconds after that and Wolverine made a mental note that he owed Ali one. He liked the kid, she had spunk.
Now, laying in ‘Ro’s bed, the morning light slowly creeping over the horizon, a reminder that he couldn’t stop time, his thoughts kept drifting to the one fateful conversation he and ’Ro had in Vegas over breakfast, the day she had revealed why she had come to the Institute. Something had been set into motion that day, and he wasn’t sure what, but he felt it all the way to his adamantium laced bones.
Though she had told him what he had wanted to know, he knew she was still holding back. Unconsciously he tightened his arms around her. He was still having a hard time to wrap his mind around everything she had told him and for days he’d chosen to ignore the fact that she was counting on him to kill her if push came to shove and that Farouk fucker got a hold of her. Never. He closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the pain that thought caused. Never, ‘Ro.
Ororo stirred against him, her breathing becoming shallow. Outside the wind picked up, and a low rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance. She was having a dream, good or bad he didn’t know, but held her close, whispering comforting words in her ear regardless.
He was normally a very observant man, and it surprised him that he hadn’t noticed the connection between her moods and the weather. Granted he doubted anyone else had either, but now that he knew, he saw it and felt it all the time. A smile would often mean a gentle breeze, a laugh was sometimes the stirring of air and the scent of summer on the wind, a frown could be a brief chill, but it was when they made love that he was in awe of her. The thunder boomed, lightening flashed, winds howled and rain fell. He got the impression that even then, she kept herself under careful control and he wondered what it would take to make her lose herself completely, and even as he wondered it, he thought how dangerous that could be.
“Logan…” she was mumbling in her sleep.
“Here, baby.” he murmured, rubbing her bare back.
She stirred again, her sleep fitful. “The… hounds…” Lightning flashed.
“Shh. It’s all right, I’m here,” he whispered against the sworls of her ear. Ororo relaxed, her mouth parting, her warm breath stirring his chest hairs. “I won’t let anything happen ta ya, darlin‘.”
Despite his whispered reassurance he watched her hand travel instinctively under her pillow, even in sleep, clutching the dagger hidden there. He shook his head, closing his eyes, inhaling against her soft tresses, breathing in her unique scent . “What the fuck happened ta ya, baby?”

Back lawn
Mid-morning


“Welcome back from your vacation,” Cyclops said a bit sarcastically, pacing in front of the six members of X-Men Back, hands behind his back, jaw jutted forward in his best leader pose. “Today we’re running a joint training exercise.” He showed them the round orb he was carrying. “This is a live bomb. The object of today’s training will be to safely remove the bomb from the civilian occupied area, i.e. the field, and keep the other team from achieving the same objective. Those two posts are your goals, the two at that end are ours.” Cyclops pointed to opposite ends of the field where his team stood waiting. “The rules are simple. You can use your powers, you can make physical contact if necessary. Once the bomb is removed from it’s cradle and put into play we have five minutes to clear it before ka-boom. Let’s try to keep everyone alive today. Clear?”
Storm didn’t miss the subtle dig. She gave a nod. “Perfectly.”
He motioned his team forward. “Let’s go.” The bomb was settled into a white holder halfway between the two teams. They moved to opposite ends of the field.
“What’s the plan, boss?” Wolverine asked, rotating his shoulders under the tight spandex of his uniform his dark eyes glittering with anticipation.
Storm studied their opponents for a moment well she tied her wild hair back with a black elastic. “Cyclops is going to be gunning for Wolverine,” she said thoughtfully. “And if they have half a brain they’ll be wondering if we’re going to have the fuzzy elf bamf his way to the bomb and out again, which means Jean’ll probably try to lock onto you Kurt. Warren’s not much of an issue,” she added seeing how he hung back away from the others a bit in the Red team’s huddle. “I have a feeling Beast will be sent for retrieval. So that leaves Colossus and Iceman as their offense.”
“You sound pretty sure,” Kitty said.
“Well, given that that’s a real bomb, I’d want my resident genius on top of it, not to mention Hank can move like nobody’s business.” Storm said with a measure of pride towards her furry colleague.
“Okay..” Ali’s lips were moving but Storm couldn’t make out the words, a monotonous humming filling her ears, and her vision wavered. She blinked several times to clear her head.
“Stormy?”
“Huh?”
“Ali asked you a question, chere.” Gambit was leaning against his long bo.
Storm rubbed her temples. “Sorry.”
“You all right, Storm?” Wolverine stepped to her, peering into her eyes.
She looked away. “Yeah, just thinking.”
She was lying. He could see it and he could smell it. “If yer not feeling-”
“I feel fine.“ She had taken on her leader voice and Wolverine stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest, the set of his mouth grim. “What was your question, Ali?“
“Do we play nice?”
Storm glanced over at the Red team, and Cyclops parading around in front of them, his chest puffed out, his head tilted in a supremely arrogant manner. He was a good leader, Storm knew, but he was far too cocky today for her liking. “Let’s hand Cyclops his arrogant ass.”
Wolverine grinned.
“Gambit and Ali, take down Colossus, I got Iceman and Warren covered. Wolverine make your way through and get me that bomb. Kurt, give Jean a run for her money, bamf as much as you can before she grabs your mind. Kitty, when Jean has Kurt, get to her and take her down.”
Kitty was surprised but pleased by the faith Storm had in her to get to Jean. “Will do.”
“What about Beast?” Kurt asked.
“Wolverine will just have to get the bomb first and handle both Cyclops and Beast. No problem right?” One corner of her mouth was turned up in a confident smile.
-SNIKT- “No problem.”
One of the junior students seated on the sidelines launched a flare, signaling the start of the match.
X-Men Black took immediate action. Kurt bamfed towards the center of the field, then again and again, making it look like he was making his way to the bomb. Storm immediately took to the air, sending a strong current against the oncoming X-Men, making it hard for Warren to maintain flight. She glanced down at her team, watching as Wolverine dodged countless blasts from Cyclops, maneuvering his way towards the blinking orb, Ali and Gambit were trying to hold off Colossus and holding up fairly well, but the big Russian was closing in on them.
“Ok, Heavy Metal, try this on for size!” Ali shouted, launching into a rousing rendition of ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, feeding her mutant power with her voice, blasting multicolored beams of light against Peter’s steel skin.
Colossus charged, forcing Ali back, but his momentum was halted by a low whistle and the explosion of three glowing cards in the ground directly in front of him.
“Careful, Gambit, don’t get too close to the bomb with those,” Storm warned. Suddenly a large ice fist closed around her and Iceman stood on the ground below cheering himself.
“Oh yeah. Who da man? You da man! Oy-oy~!” His free hand pumped up and down.
Storm rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh at his antics. She summoned a low voltage bolt, separating her from Bobby, causing him to shout “Ow!” She crashed to the ground, shattering the ice encasing her, and soared into the air again, summoning a swirling vortex to close around Iceman, and she also sent a cloud of pouring rain directly over Warren’s head, soaking him and his wings.
“Aw, C’mon, Storm!” Bobby called being lifted. “Not the pool this time!”
Splash!
He came up spluttering.
“Storm heads!” Kurt called.
Storm glanced up to see Warren leaping up at her, flapping his soggy wings. He reached for her ankle, trying to pull her down to the ground, but Storm quickly increased the wind holding her aloft, keeping Warren up in the air with her.
“Hi, Angel.” She returned her gaze to the field, checking on her team. Kurt was on his knees, holding his head. Kitty was close to Jean and Storm watched with no small amount of pride as Kitty phazed her hand into Jean’s back, saying, “Let him go, or I crush your little heart.”
“Jean’s out.” Ali called. A low powered optic blast caught her in the head.
“You are too, Alison. Your brains are splattered all over the ground. Bye-bye.”
“Shit!” Ali sat on the ground, one hand on her chin, elbow on her fatigue covered knee.
“Kurt’s done too,” Warren said floating beside Storm. “Jean has ‘shredded’ his mind.”
Storm inclined her head giving Warren an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Angel.”
Warren nodded. “I understand, Storm.” She let him drop, pushing him down with a gust of wind. Warren crashed into the ground, dust flying. “Out!” Ali hollered.
Cyclops joined Colossus and tried to hit Gambit with an optic shot, but the agile Cajun avoided it, back flipping away from them. He swung his staff, but Colossus caught it, pulling it from his hands. “Merde.” Gambit flung two cards.
Wolverine crouched low, his hand snatching the black orb from it’s cradle, moving with preternatural swiftness towards their goal just before Gambit’s cards detonated, blocking Colossus from Wolverine.
“Good morning, Wolverine. Fancy meeting you here.” Beast loped beside him, his furry face parted in a wide grin, revealing thick, sharp teeth.
“Blue boy.” Wolverine greeted. He then shifted all his weight to one leg, rotating on the ball of his foot, coming around Beast and tackling him from behind. -SNIKT- Three long claws buried themselves in the ground beside Hank’s face. “Yer out.” He looked up, catching Storm’s eye. “Hey, baby.” He grinned at her, teeth gleaming. He then shoved himself off Beast, running towards the goal posts. Storm caught sight of Cyclops Moving parallel to Wolverine, aiming. She sent a gust of wind towards her husband, forcing him aside. “Thanks, darlin.’”
Wolverine was almost to goal when a telekinetic pulse plowed him into the ground.
“Hey!” Kitty exclaimed. “You’re out!”
Jean elbowed her in the nose, causing Kitty to shriek.
Storm dropped from the sky marching towards the redhead. “That was uncalled for.”
“Hey, it’s war!” Jean exclaimed with a smirk.
Storm’s eyes clouded white. “It is now.”
“Wait, Storm!” Cyclops was racing towards her, sensing an impending fight. A muscular straight arm caught him across the chest, flipping him onto his back.
“Leave it, Scooter.” Wolverine stood over him, arms crossed.
“Up yours, Wolverine. You weren’t here last time. Storm damn near killed her.”
“Good thing it was her then and not me. I would’ve.” He strolled away, tossing the still blinking black orb at Cyclops. “Ya got ten seconds before boom, buddy. I suggest ya disarm.”
Cyclops pushed the cancel button, following Wolverine towards the two women now facing off.
“We’re supposed to be on the same team,” Storm said. “All of us are X-men. There’s no need for such animosity between us.”
“Fuck you.” Jean said.
“Alrighty then,” Ali rolled her eyes. “Look, just cuz you’re all pissy Storm got your man doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch twenty-four seven.”
Kitty coughed behind her hand covering a giggle. Jean glared at her. “Mind your business. I don’t care what some trailer park reject thinks of me.”
Ali’s eyes narrowed.
Storm placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder, focusing on the redhead across from her. “Jean, I warned you once about how you could talk to my friends.”
Ali chuckled. “I say you give her another bitch-slap and refresh her memory.”
Jean took an involuntary step backwards. “Touch me and I swear you’ll regret it.”
There was a distinct challenge in the air. “Really?”
Jean glanced at Cyclops and Wolverine, who were quickly approaching. *He only married you because he felt betrayed by me. You’re just a way for him to try and get back at me.*
The air stilled, temperature dropping rapidly. “I don’t think so.”
*Hit a nerve? A little insecure, Storm?* Jean gave her a knowing look.
“No.”
*Mmm. He sure fucks good don’t he? All growling and sweaty. Does he eat you out for hours too, or was that just me?*
KRAKA-BOOM!
“Duck.” Ali said as Wolverine stepped beside her. “The shit is about to hit the fan.”
Wolverine ignored her, stepping beside Storm. He glared at Jean, wrapping one arm around Storm‘s waist. “Whatever she’s saying to ya, baby, don’t listen.”
*He would fuck me until I begged him to stop.* Jean continued mercilessly. *And then he’d fuck me some more.*
The clouds began to roll together, darkening.
“Uh, Jean, whatever you’re doing, knock it off.” Warren said, staring up at the sky with genuine trepidation.
Thunder rolled, clapping with enough force to shake the ground. Storm’s eyes were glowing faintly. Wolverine caught the faint scent of ozone hovering in the air.
He touched her cheek, turning her face to his, catching sight of the faint shimmer of unshed tears. He buried his fingers in her hair, pulling her face to his for a long, slow kiss. He moved his mouth against hers leisurely, uncaring of the crowd around them, only wanting to ease her pain. He parted her lips, pulling her fully against him, holding her tight. “I love ya, wife.” he said in a low growl, loud enough for those closest to hear.
“Awww,” Kitty sighed happily.
“Get a room,” Jean grouched storming away.
“Not a bad idea,” Wolverine said into Storm’s hair.
Storm shook her head. “I have a meeting with Charles. I’ll catch up with you all later.” She brushed her mouth over his again. “Thank you”


Xavier’s Office

Storm sat across from the mahogany desk, her hands clasped together. “…and you have a problem with it?”
Xavier sighed. They were discussing her and Wolverine’s marriage. “It is just very unexpected.”
Storm nodded. “Yes, it was, but it’s done.”
“Storm, he has a tendency to disappear for months on end. How will you handle that?”
“I’ll manage.” She leaned back, crossing her legs. “What’s the real issue here, Charles?”
Xavier looked at her point blank. “He’s dangerous.”
“So am I.” Storm shrugged. “As long as Wolverine’s here, so am I,” Storm stated, catching Xavier’s attention. “He believes in your dream and is willing to fight for it. I’m willing to fight for him.” The warning didn’t go unnoticed by Charles.
Charles raised his brows. “Very well.” He nodded. “Now, what was it you wished to speak with me about.”
Storm drew in a deep breath. “The dreams have started again.”
Xavier dropped the pen in his hand. “How long?”
“Since that day the inhibitors burnt out.” She smiled a bit ruefully. “Looks like they aren’t going to be enough anymore.”
“I see.”
“So…” she closed her eyes. “Call Forge, have him make the preparations.”
A pained look crossed Xavier’s face. “Storm…”
She opened her eyes, giving him a direct stare. “We knew this day might come.”
Rolling from the desk to her chair, Charles took her hand in his. “Yes. We did.” He squeezed her fingers.


Second Floor Hallway


Jean closed the door quietly behind her, walking into the dim bedroom. She made her way towards the bed against the far wall, pulling her shirt over her head as she did, discarding her bra. She was unbuttoning her green pants when a voice startled her.
“Jean.”
Jean gasped, whirling around, peering into the dark corner. “Wolverine?”
He stepped from the shadows, broad chest and shoulders shifting as he stalked towards her, making her breath catch in her throat. How a man could make a black sleeveless tank so goddamn sexy was beyond her, but he did it. He made her quake with want just by looking at her.
He stalked her until her back was pressed to the wall. He kept coming until his well muscled chest rubbed against her rapidly rising and falling breasts. He placed one hand beside her head, the other catching her chin.
“Wo-Wolverine.” Jean trembled beneath his fingers.
“Been a long time, Jeannie.“ He leaned his head in, sniffing, his breath brushing her lips as he spoke. “What’s that I smell, Red”
Jean groaned, knowing he was scenting her rising desire. “You know,” she whispered.
“Hnh.” He ran the hand holding her chin down her neck, along her collar bone, cupping her breast, squeezing, his thumb teasing her nipple. “You like that?”
Jean was panting now. “Uhhn, yes.” She lifted her hips off the wall, rubbing his thigh, riding his leg.
“Ya come up her fer old time’s sake?”
“I know you still want me,” she whispered. “You’ll always want me.”
“Jean…” He was so close now, she could almost feel his lips on hers.
“Yes…?”
-SNIKT- Two long claws shot into the wood on either side of her neck, the third extending very slowly until it pricked her pale skin, a thin line of crimson flowing. “You ever go near my WIFE again and I’ll gut ya, ya fuckin’ whore.” His voice was a savage snarl, causing her shivers of desire to quickly chill into fear. His eyes glinted steel at her. “I was gonna let ya slide, let yer lies and deceit go. I was willin’ ta just put it all behind me and move ahead. But ya had ta go and step across a line that I ain’t gonna let no one cross.“ He growled. “No one.! Now I want ya ta get the fuck out of my room before I change my mind and slit ya open now.”
Jean’s lip quavered. “Why’d you marry her?” She asked before she could stop herself. “Why wasn’t I enough?” Jean asked beseechingly.
Wolverine bared his teeth. “Ya want it spelled out? Fine. I married Storm because I love her. Because I ache fer her in ways that defy description, because every wakin’ minute away from her is like slow torture. She is my other half. That’s why I married her!” He shoved himself away from Jean, giving her a disgusted look. “You make me sick,” he stated flatly.
Hearing words of love come from a man she had been certain possessed no heart and was incapable of love made Jean’s stomach plummet. Reality was sinking in and she hated it. He didn’t want her, he wanted Storm. Only Storm. He raised his claws. Jean gasped, crossing her arms over her bare chest, racing for the door.

Attic Loft

“Give me one reason not to barbeque you right now.” Storm said, her voice dangerously soft as Wolverine finished recapping the events that happened earlier in his bedroom. He had finished packing his belongings after Jean had left and now they were packing up the loft. Deciding they needed to be away from the prying eyes of the Institute, they were moving down to one of the larger boathouses.
Wolverine grinned at her. “Ya love me.”
“Hm. There is that I suppose. However, I suggest you drop to your knees and kiss my feet right now.”
He chuckled. “If ya insist.”
Storm’s mouth twitched. “You will?”
He sauntered towards her, his arrogant swagger warming her heart. He pulled her into his arms, nuzzling her neck. “You bet. Then I‘ll kiss yer ankles,…” a kiss on her throat, “and calves,” another, “ and yer gorgeous thighs,” the rough velvet of his tongue. “Then I’ll make ya scream my name,” he whispered huskily.
Storm sighed, content.
Wolverine pulled back slightly. “Yer the only woman fer me, Ororo, never doubt that. Now and forever.”
“And you are the only man for me.”
“Mmhm.” He agreed, nibbling her ear. “I want ya, darlin’.” He was unzipping her uniform top. “I need ya,” he groaned, pushing his hands inside the stretchy material, cupping her.
Storm moved against him in sinuous motions, making him growl in pleasure. “I am yours,” she whispered.
They never made it to the bed, consumed as they were, falling to the floor where Logan proceeded to make good on his words.





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