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Title: Solitude
Chapter 9: Down Time

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the marvel universe, and no money is being made from this story

Petie fille- little girl

They grabbed another hotel that night after a quick dinner. Knowing they were too exhausted to make it to the cabin an hour and a half away. Lying in the bed Ro remained awake digesting everything that Logan had told her. Who would have thought that he had come from wealth or how violently his mutation had come about? Back then he would have been considered some sort of demon, even worse than in the 20th century, here they at least understood mutation on a scientific level. Who the hell would have thought Logan was over a 100, closer to 150.

He sure looked good for his age; she mussed giggling in the dark like a high school student. Goddess, but this man could bring out the child in her. She felt privileged now, knowing things about him that no one else did. They would always share a special bond, not that they weren’t all ready exceptionally close. Rolling on her side she closed her eyes trying to drift to sleep. They planned on leaving early the next day; anxious to be somewhere they could call home for a while.

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“Remy you have been acting mighty strange lately,” Rogue said hands on her hips as she gauged her brooding beau.

“ I know Storm is gone, but she aint gonna be that way forever sugah,” She said exasperated. Sometimes she thought the swamp rat loved Ororo more than he did her.

“ I know dat Rogue, I jus got a lot on my mind right now,” He said trying to keep his cool as she continued to nag.

He had dreamed of Renee last night, and realized how badly they had left the situation. Instead of dealing with it, they had pushed it to the back of their minds acting like nothing had ever happened. He needed closure, and he could only imagine how Stormy felt. She had actually carried this child in her body for six month.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, so I can help,” She said annoyed when he shook his head slowly.

“Remy gotta deal wit dis on his own petite, ya no worry, I be fine soon,” he said wondering what he really felt for this woman.

He had been with Rogue for years, and in that time he had been left for dead, ,and deprived of physically contact unless he found pleasure with another. What were they really working towards? How could he ever have a real marriage, or a family with Maria? These were thought he hadn’t considered when he was younger. When they’d meet at twenty-three the last thing he’d been thinking about was bebe’s . She had been a challenge a southern spitfire whose skin he had wanted to get under. She hadn’t been so jaded then either.

Taking on all those personalities over the years, keeping all those secrets had but a heavy burden on the young girl. Sighing he looked up in to green eyes filled with worry.

“Don’t you worry non ma cherie , Remy work dis out,” He said brushing her check with his gloved hand before heading out. Either way he had to make some decisions soon.

Walking the paths in the green house, Remy let the familiar scents sooth him. What did he want out of life? What would make Remy Lebeau happy? These were the questions he thought on every night. Maybe he was just growing up, twenty-six had come and brought a completely different mindset with it. Sitting on the bench that he had helped pick out he thought again to Stormy. What did he really feel for his long time friend? He’d die for her without a moment’s hesitation, do anything to see her smile, perform almost any task she asked of him. He was attracted to her, but what red-blooded male wasn’t.

He had loved her once, more than he had anyone else in his life, including Rogue. But she had his petite fille inside of her; there was no way to compare the feeling that had given him. Picturing her flowing white hair, and crystal blue eyes he smiled, she always knew what to say, when to push and when to back off. She was the first person he went to when something important happened in his life but did he truly still love her?

Thinking of the sick feeling he got knowing she was out with Logan alone all this time, he knew he had his answer. He was still in love with his padnat, and no amount of ignoring his feelings was going to change that. Of course the real question at hand was, what was he going to do. After the way things had ended this first time how could he even think about asking her for a second? Running his hand through his disheveled hair he let out a low whistle.

“Boy Remy sure know how to pick de bes time don he?” He chided himself laughing as he went to turn on the water. She would kill him if he let her flowers wilt in the heat.

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“Here we are,” Logan, said smiling as they pulled up in front of the modest wooden cabin he liked to call home. After a quick stop at the grocery store for some food, and necessities the two had headed here, ready to relax.

“ It suits you,” She said taking in the rustic, and simple, but well cared for home.

“ Thanks,” He said smiling as he helped her bring in the groceries.

Taking in the house, she smiled noting the rich brown of the comfortable looking couch, the beige walls, and navy blue accents. It was definitely a bachelor pad, and the giant Canadian flag hanging above the fireplace proclaimed it as Logan’s immediately. The kitchen was midsize, and well organized done in bleached beige cabinets with green trim, and beige counters.

“Just put things away where you like, I don’t really have any special place for anything,” He said making her smile as he pulled out the box of chamomile tea he had purchased. He really did pay attention to her little quirks.

“ Why don’t you go freshen up while I put this away, and when you get back I’ll do the same while you start cooking.” He had insisted on making authentic, beer marinated steaks tonight with roasted corn on the cob. She wasn’t big on meat, and yet she could not be a complete vegetarian. Red meat did have its pull at moments.

“ You got a deal,” he said winking as he sauntered off.

Damn, that man could wear a pair of Levi’s. She thought watching the way the denim hugged his firm ass. Turning back to the groceries she felt herself blush, it wasn’t like her to think such thoughts, but then again she had always been attracted to Logan. It was more than just his dark hair, and strong features; he had an animalistic nature that drew her to him. It was hard to explain even to herself, because no man had made her feel that way. Not even Forge who was also in touch with nature. It was like he emitted some pheromone that she was attracted to her.

:Wonder what he’d say if I told him that: She thought.


Leaning in to the warm spray Logan let the hot water massage his sore muscles. They had spent a lot of time in the car, and that was never the most comfortable thing in the world to do. Smiling he thought about how well Ro fit in to the cabin. Most dames would think it was to plan, telling him how he could dress the place up, or add flare. Not Ro though, she was non materialistic like him, well until it came to clothes. That women had more outfits than anyone else he knew, but it was her one vice, and she had to have something wrong. Otherwise people might wonder if she really was the goddess she so resembled.

Sitting on the couch Ro smiled as she spotted the bonsai tree she had once given Logan for Christmas. So he had kept it alive, she had never seen it around the mansion so she’d wondered. It must have been really special for him to bring it here. This was his refugee; his place to get away from it all, she was flattered that he brought something that would remind him of her here. Studying the place more she smiled at the pictures she saw scattered about. One of him, and Jubilee at a picnic, him and Jean smiling at her birthday party, the whole gang in front of the tree at Christmas, another of the two of them just before they went out on of their many jaunts.

She was dressed in a leather mini with a black tank top, and he was in his jeans, and a black t-shirt. She had to admit they looked good together, almost like a couple actually with his arm around her waist, and her arm across his chest, huge grins on both of their faces. Running her fingers over the picture once more she smiled before moving to sit on the couch that was even more comfortable than she had first imagined. Kicking off her shoes she propped her feet on the end table, and waited for the shower.

“Its all your darlin,” Logan said on his way to the kitchen.

He seemed more at home here than he ever had in the mansion as he padded to the kitchen barefoot, and began to pull out bowls. Logan’s turn for dinner back home usually meant take out, but she could tell by looking at him that he really did enjoy cooking. Perhaps that was why he had a home-built fifty feet away from the main building. He was in the process of finishing a few last minute things, and then he’d be moving in.


Basking in the warm water that cascaded on to her road weary body she tilted her head back. She felt grimy is she did not wash her waist length hair at least once a day. She loved the way it looked, but it certainly was a pain in the ass to care for at times. She also went through shampoo and conditioner like you wouldn’t believe. Slipping in to a comfy pair of black sweat pants, and a white tank top she made her way to the kitchen, hair pulled in a high ponytail.

“Right on time,” Logan said smiling as he came in from the grill outside with corn wrapped in foil.

The dinner was delicious, and the conversation even better. Logan felt more at ease now than he could ever remember. For once he had clarity, he could be who he wanted, and know that there was nothing influencing his decisions.

“What do you want to do next?” He asked leaving it up to her. He knew she needed to go to New Orleans but the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel rushed.

“ I would like to stay here for a few weeks.”

“Fine by me darling, I have a lot I’d like to show ya.”

“Here, let me give you a tour,” He said placing their plates in the dishwasher before continuing to the back of the house.


The master bedroom was all male, from the navy blue comforter to the dark wood floors, and dresser set. The walls were decorated with a couple of paintings of wolves in the wild, and Japanese tapestry that held writing. Probably the rules of one of the martial arts he practiced. She ran her hand appreciatively over the exquisite Katana he had hanging on the walls, marveling at all the things Logan had learned over the years. The next was a spare bedroom, done in bright yellows, with a feminine looking bedspread. This she was certain had been decorated with Jubilee in mind. The walls were lined with teenybopper posters, and the dresser was still full of half used make up and costume jewelry.

“ I let her pick out what she wanted,” Logan said blushing slightly as she shrugged.

“You really are quite sweet Logan,” She replied kissing his cheek as they moved on to through the kitchen, and out the sliding screen doors.

Grinning as her mouth dropped open in surprise he couldn’t help but chuckle. Tucked away in the dark left hand corner of the patio was a brand new hot tub, surrounded by lush white flowers that only bloomed in the moonlight.

“Logan this is beautiful!” She exclaimed inhaling the sweet fragrance.

“ I thought you’d like it that’s why I saved this for last,” he said wrapping his arm around her waist.

“You actually do listen to me when I ramble on about my plants don’t you?” She said taking pride in the fact that she had taught him something for once.

“ I listen to everything you say darlin, even when you think I’m not paying you any mind,” He said thinking of her long-winded speeches.

“ Logan, what do you wish me to call you now? Logan or James?” She asked turning to look him in his eyes.

“ Whatever you want when we’re in private,” he said still not ready to share his newly found self-discovery with anyone else.

“ Okay Jimmy,” She said smiling as they both broke in to laughter.

“I’m glad you’re here,” He said serious for once, as she caressed her face gently.

“ Don’t know how I would have got through this without you,” He said honestly as he drew her in for a hug.

“ You have always been there for me my friend, I could do no less.”

Running her hands through his dark locks she smiled content as from her position resting on his shoulder. Despite the height differences she felt like she belonged her. Feeling his hands rub her back gently she couldn’t stop the sigh that passed through her lips. Hearing his gentle purr she paused.

“ Its soothing,” He said by way of explanation sighing when she continued her gentle stroked through his hair. Moving back slowly he looked in to her eyes never blinking as his lips met hers. Taking her sigh as a sign of acceptance, he deepened the kiss, sliding his hands to the small of her back as he brought her closer.


“Oh James,” She whispered, heating his blood in a way no one ever had before. To hear her calling him by his given name was a pleasure in itself.

“Tell me what you want Ro,” he said not wanting to move faster than she was ready for.

“ Make me feel,” She whispered tired of the numbness she had let seep into her soul. Tired of walking around feeling like there was a hole she needed to feel his skin pressed against her own.

“Your wish is my command darlin.”

Shivering at his words she closed her eyes as he ran his under her tank top. Feeling the long absent ache begin in her stomach she felt her legs weaken, he was pure fire, and tonight she wanted to burn. Holding on to his dark hair for dear life the goddess let down her defenses and simply felt. She was instantly wet as from feel of cool steel against her skin as her bra, and tank top were turned in to thin strips scattered across the patio. Arching her back she pressed her breast further in to Logan’s silently begging him to do more than just lick her brown nipples. There would be other times for tender, and slow; right now she wanted it fast and hot.

“Just like two Hershey kisses,” he murmured burying his head between her ample breasts as he proceeded to lick every inch of her chocolaty skin.

Hungry for more contact Storm grabbed the Flannel shirt he wore, and pulled sending buttons dancing. Shocked, but excited by her aggressiveness Logan growled approvingly, breath catching in his throat when she pushed him against the house, and laved a scorching path from his neck to his erect nipples. Hissing he grabbed her hair as her tongue wickedly swirled and licked. Making the throbbing in his groin increase.

“God Ro,” he managed crying out when she gently nipped him playfully. It was like she could read his mind, finding every erroneous spot on his body all at once.

“More,” She demanded making his body jerk when she slid her hot hand down in to his jeans, gripping him tightly.

Unable to control himself he moved against the motion of her hand as she slowly slid back and forth.

“Fuck,” He hissed wondering how she had become the seductress, and him her prey.

“Off,” She whispered tossing his belt aside as she unbuttoned his jeans.

The offending material was gone a few moments later, and he was helpless as she slowly sank to her knees stroking and fondling him like a newly found treasure. When she leaned forward to lick the pre cum from his tip he bit his lip calling up every ounce of control her had. So things wouldn’t be over before they began. The sight of Ororo on her knees for him, breasts erect, hair disheveled and smiling like she won the lottery because she was teasing his cock was the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his flaming life.

Taking his hard shaft in to her hand Ororo smiled, running a nail lightly along the underside of his penis. Goddess it felt good to be in control of this masculine male. Massaging his balls she took him in her mouth without warning savoring the way he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, lost to the overwhelming sensations. He was salty, and firm, yet smooth, like silk over steel, and her hungry mouth couldn’t get enough.

Watching his reaction she continued her steady motion, loving the feel of him deep in her throat. She had never been so turned on by giving another pleasure. She was soaking wet, and aching for release, but first she wanted to watch him cum.

Slurping as she twirled her tongue around his head slowly drawing him all the way out of her mouth before taking him deep he was completely helpless lost to this fantasy come to life. Thrusting deep as she speed up the pace he gripped her mane unable to think of anything but release as he approached the blinding white flash that would send him in to oblivion. Howling in to the pitch-black night he spilled his seed in to her eager mouth, knowing he would remember the sight off her swallowing every thing he had to give for the rest of his life.

“My turn,” He whispered.

Damn she had worked him over like a green youth still in high school, and now it was his turn to return the favor. Unable to ignore her sweet scent any longer he spread her moist folds, teasing her all ready swollen clit with a slow circular motion watching as her eyes never left his. Increasing the rhythm he was pleased when her hips began to move against his hand, her eyes clouding over as her gaze remained locked with his own. This was more than the relief of sexual tension, and they knew it.

“Let’s see if you taste as good as you smell darlin.”

She was on fire, flames licking her body as his mouth moved on her most sacred place. Licking, and nipping and sucking with a gentle pressure that drove her swiftly to the edge.

She tasted like ambrosia; dusky, and sweet like a wine he couldn’t get enough of. Drinking her juices he rolled his tongue, grabbing her thighs when she tried to scoot away. Flicking her clit he buried his face further in to the silky patch of white to push his tongue inside her tightening walls.

“Please, Please, Please,” She begged not quite certain what she was asking for.

Logan seemed to understand because a few seconds later she was gyrating even faster against the finger he had eased inside her.

“J- James!” She said trembling un controllably as her stomach shook, her orgasm quickly nearing.

“Not yet,” he whispered as he quickly replaced his finger with his tongue once more.

“James!” She screamed as the rain began to pour.

Lifting his head from between her legs his white teeth flashed a feral and possessive smile as he climbed her body, sheltering her with her warmth.

“How about that hot tub now?” He asked making her laugh as he scooped her up and carried her a few feet away. No words were spoken to define what had just occurred, because they weren’t quite certain what to call it. It was more than lust, but too soon to be love. The only thing definite was that this wouldn’t be the last time.





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