Devil's Dance

Title: Devil’s Dance
Author: Renegade, Lewainam, Brit (Whichever you want to call me.)
Rated: NC-17 (Or whoever the hell feels like reading it)
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em.h I h I did...but I don’t.
Don’t own the song either, damnit!
Summary: Ororo takes a trip into Logan’s world.
Feedback: Yes, Please! :)


Devil’s Dance- (Hetfield, Ulrich) Metallica! m/ ^ ^ m/

Yeah, I feel you too
Feel, those things you do
In your eyes I see a fire that burns
To free the you
That’s wanting through
Deep inside you know
The seeds I plant will grow

One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah c, c’, c’mon now take the chance
That’s right, let’s dance

Snake, I am the snake
Tempting, that bite you take
Let me make your mind
Leave yourself behind
Be not afraid
I’ve got what you need
Hunger I will feed

One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, c’mon, c’mon now take the chance
That’s right, let’s dance

Yeah, come dancin’

One you you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, c’mon, c’mon now take the chance
That’s right, Let’s dance

Yeah, I feel you too
Feel, those things you do
In your eyes I see a fire that burns
To free the you
That’s running through
Deep inside you know
Seeds I plant will grow

One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah c’mon, c’mon now take the chance
That’s right, let’s dance!!

It’s nice to see you herHA! HA! HA!

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The sky was a bright blue, one white puff of a cloud hanging lazily straight above. The sun was high and bright, beaming down hard, making it hot enough that you’d sweat just standing there if you weren’t in the comfort of an air conditioned mansion.

Ororo sighs as she stares out the window, watching that one cloud move ever so slowly eastward in the sky. Getting lost in her thoughts as she ignores the two people beside her. One, her friend and the resident red-headed doctor, Jean Grey. And the other...no, not the likely Scott. The other man that followed Jean around almost as often as Scott did, and next likeliest, Logan. She had noticed that whenever Scott happened to be away from Jean for more then a mere moment Logan was there. And most times Scott was there even. The man didn’t care, as long as he got his time with Jean.

Ororo frowns. No, twasnwasn’t quite right either. It was as long as Logan got to flirt with Jean, a beautiful woman, and drive Scott, her loving boyfriend to the edge of insanity in the process. She had a feeling that he enjoyed annoying Scott more then he enjoyed the actual flirting that caused it.

She glances over at the two who were for some reason taking over her thoughts. Jean was sitting on the sofa “trying” to read a book, but unable to because Logan kept talking quietly to her, and pretending to watch television at the same time. Ororo couldn’t hear what was being said, but she could see that Jean was working her hardest to ignore the man.

He had a grin planted on his face while Jean blushes slightly at something he must have said. For all her show of putting Logan down and in his place, she sure seemed to urge him on sometimes. Like now, she could have easily walked away from him at any moment and read someplace else. But she stayed seated next to Logan, smiling and blushing as he most likely kept the sexual innuendo in his words to the max. Why Jean did this and put up with Logan while she was such a “Faithful” girlfriend to Scott, she had no idea.

Ororo was sure that one of these days her little game at having both Logan and Scott crawling behind her was going to backfire. Terribly. And she knew that this urging Logan on was going to be the cause. The man had little control over his actions at times, and if the time and circumstances were right, Jean could most likely send him over the edge. From there, there was no turning back, ‘Ro knew. After watching Logan around the mansion and on missions with them since he had decided to join the X-Men, she had learned a few things about the mysterious and seemingly always agitated man.

She was sure they were little traits that nobody but her probably noticed. Especially Jean. Who was too wrapped up in her game to actually pay attention to how Logan behaved sometimes. The woman never seemed to notice that the only times Logan really went after her was when Scott was around. She didn’t notice that Logan really paid not attention to her except when he felt like flirting with her, and again that was usually only when Scott was around. Jean never noticed that every time Scott caught them, the only thing Logan could do was grin. Ororo could see it though, because she was on the outside of the entire circle of confusion they had put themselves in. To Logan, it was all just a game. He was playing with both of them and getting great entertainment out of it. And Logan was also testing them, seeing who will crack under the tension and pressure he was placing on both Jean and Scott. Waiting for the Fearless Leader to finally lose his control. To show a weakness. And the way to get Scott to show that weakness is to hit on his girl, Jean.

Ororo had found that she and Logan had a little in common. They were both truly loners at heart. They usually led and controlled the course of their own lives, even others’ lives. But they could, also, follow if the need arouse. But like with herself, it would take time and effort to actually convince Logan that somebody was capable enough to lead him. He wasn’t going to follow somebody that was weak and would send them all most probably to their deaths. That’s why at times, Logan seemed to be arrogant, rude, and quite plainly, an asshole. He never followed someone blindly.

“Logan, stop it,” Jean says suddenly loud enough for Ororo to hear. She snaps out of her thoughts and focuses on the two. By the looks of it Logan didn’t intend to stop anything. He was leaning in closely, his face inching slowly toward her neck. And he was whispering something in her ear. But the slight shock came from seeing Logan’s hand on her thigh, creeping it’s way up. And despite Jean’s words, she didn’t seem to be fighting it much.

Suddenly Scott rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks at seeing Jean with Logan so close to her. Jean looks up and her face goes red and she pushes Logan’s hand off of her thigh. He growls and moves it back, his grip tightening. Of course, that was why Logan had suddenly went to feeling Jean up. He knew that Scott was right around the corner.

“What iis?”is?” Scott asks in his controlled anger.

“Scott,” Jean says, standing up off of the couch. She gave Scott a smile but it was wasted on him. He was busy staring down at Logan who leans back on the sofa and takes up a happy, smug look. Then both their eyes fall to watch Jean as she quickly steps out of the room.

Ororo sits back and waits for the fireworks as the two men slowly turn their stares back at each other. Silence falls and she begins to grow a bit nervous. With Logan grinning like he was it was a wonder Scott hadn’t lost his temper yet. But Scott rarely lost his temper though. He had great control over how he shows his emotions and feelings.

Suddenly, Logan chooses to speak, “I think you scared her away, Cyke.” Scott just glares down at him for a moment longer then growls something under his breath. His jaw tightens and he turns on his heel and stalks out without saying another word.

‘Ro stays quiet and watches as Logan shakes his head and sighs, “You got it all wrong, bub,” he mutters out loud to himself. He must hbeenbeen responding the what Scott had mumbled before he left. He could have probably heard it easily with his sensitive hearing.

He stands up slowly. His strong body uncoiling itself from the slumped way he had been sitting in an easy movement that seemed one long, graceful motion. That was something she found amazing about Logan. He was all muscle and bulk, yet he moved with a swiftness and dexterity that overmatched anybody’s she knew. Watching him do the simplest things sometimes seemed some poetry in motion.

Logan grunts a laugh then turns his dark eyes on to her. They ran up and down her sitting form quickly then he smiles slightly. “You find me entertaining or something, darlin’?” he asks.

That’s when she realizes that she had been smiling for awhile now. “Not just you, Logan,” she says quietly.

His smile quirks up a bit more and he nods, “So, we’re just like a little soap opera for you aren’t we?”

“Exactly,” she answers. “Seriously, why do you continue to chase after Jean? It only leads to people getting angry.”

Logan frowns at her in thought, then he says, “What other kinda fun is there to have around this place?” He stretches his arms out to the sides for a moment, sighing as his joints pop to his satisfaction. “I’ll be seeing ya, ‘Ro.”

Ororo’s eyes follow his back as he leaves the room and turns the corner, leaving her alone in the room with the sounds of some movie on the television. Then she sighs and turns back to the window. It always seemed to happen like that.

And she felt just a little hurt that none of them had even noticed that she was there until Logan. That was also how it always seemed to happen. But she had grown used to it. After all she was a loner at heart. She looks up into the sky, the lone puff of white cloud was now way off on the horizon, just visible still. Ororo to everybody seemed to be just wallpaper. Blending into everything and out of sight. Maybe she would have to do something about that.

***********

Pouring herself a glass of water in the kitchen, Ororo sighs as Jean walks in, followed by none other then Logan. She really had been hoping for a little relaxing, alone time.

“Really, Logan, you should think about it. It would help me a lot,” Jean states, giving Ororo a smile of greeting that she returns. Then Jean walks to the fridge and bends down, searching for something inside. Logan leans his hip against the counter and smirks down at her ass. ‘Ro rolls her eyes and sits down at the small table.

“Maybe, darlin’. Matters if you’re gonna be there or not,” he replies, his eyes shining with pleasure and amusement.

Jean sticks her head out of the fridge long enough to say, “You know that I’m not going to be able to do it, that’s why I’m asking you,” she says, dipping her head back in. “What does everyone want for dinner tonight?”

“Steak” “Pasta” Logan and Ororo say over each other. Logan glances over at her and huffs a short laugh then his eyes fall back down to Jean.

“Can’t have both! And Logan, will you do it?” Jean’s voice comes from inside the fridge.

Logan’s smirk grows to a full out grin and he says in a low growl, “You know I will.” ‘Ro gives in inward groan. Did they always have to do this around other people, most particularly her?!

Jean sighs and stands up, giving Logan a sharp look. “Will you watch the children for me? Ororo is also going to be there.”

“No.” ‘Ro tries not to send a glare toward Logan.

“Logan, please!? It is important to the kids, and the dance requires two chaperones,” Jean says. ‘Ro looks up at the two of them. She was trying to get L to to help watch the children for the dance they were going to have? That was an impossibility.

“Don’t know,” Logan says. “What do I get out of it?” he asks, his stare turning a bit darker as he watches Jean.

Jean smiles at him slightly then answers, “We’ll have to see.”

His eyes light up and he grins again. He opens his mouth to comment when Ororo interrupts him, tired of watching the two of them flirt.

“Logan,” she says. It takes a second or two before his face turns to face her, and she gets a frown from him.

“What?” he grunts. Jean takes the interruption to return to the fridge in search of food to cook for everyone.

“I was just about to go out and water my plants, I was wondering if you would like to join me?” she asks. She knew that it seemed a probably odd thing to ask, but that was what she was going for, odd. She wanted to make him off balance a little.

“Watering what?” he asks, eyes squinting slightly as he thinks, not sure that she really just asked him that.

“Would you like to help me water my plants outside?” she repeats. Ignoring odd odd look Jean gives her from the fridge.

“You do that?” he asks, still a bit confused.

Ororo laughs, “Yes, I water the plants.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“It’s boring,” he states, turning his body to lean the small of his back against the edge of the counter, fully facing her. Ororo notices the slight change. His interest, for the first time she can remember shifting from Jean to her.

‘Ro shakes her head, “No, Logan that is where you are wrong. It isn’t boring. Quite relaxing actually. That’s why I thought that you might enjoy it,” she explains, giving him a smile.

The corner of Logan’s mouth moves up in an attempt to smile and he says, “Why would you think I would enjoy relaxing by watering plants? I can do that sitting on the couch with a beer watching a hockey game.”

“Well, if you don’t want to,” she says with a slight shrug. Ororo knew not to tell him that he would find enjoyment out of it because it was truly soothing and that watching a hockey game wasn’t. The only thing he probably did when watching was think and think more about things, which wasn’t relaxing at all really. But outside, with the beauty of nature around you, it was difficult to think about things you really didn’t want to think about.

She stands and notices that he was staring at her in a way she’d never seen him look at her before. It was that cocky, amused look mingled with something...interest. Well, now that she had his full attention she was going to leave him like that.

“Well, I have work to do with the plants then,” she says sweetly then makes eye contact with Logan for a short moment before turning and leaving the kitchen. The feel of both Logan’s and Jean’s eyes on her back followed her until she was safely away.

The first thing she did was go straight to her garden. She needed the relaxing she had been talking about. It was stressful trying to get people to take notice of you.

***********

A week later, Ororo is again in her garden, well greenhouse now, watering and taking care of the plants in the small greenhouse behind the mansion. They needed her constant attention and care. Much like a child that didn’t move or whine. She hums softly as she works, working with the soil to a large pot of new flowers shd jud just planted.

“I can see what you were talking about, ‘Ro,” came a deep voice from behind her suddenly. Ororo jumps from surprise and turns to face a smirking Logan, who was standing in the greenhouse doorway.

She narrows her eyes at him, “How long have you been there?”

He shrugs and brings a cigar he had been holding up to his mouth, “Not that long,” he says around it, muffling his words slightly.

“How long is not that long?” she asks, wiping her hands together to knock off some of the dirt. This was a pleasant little surprise. She really hadn’t ever expected to see Logan out here, even after her invitation.

Logan’s eyebrow hitches up a bit at her and he steps inside further, “Just long enough to see why you like this so much.” His eyes roam around the greenhouse, over the plants and packs of still empty dirt while he takes a match out of his pocket. He strikes it harshly against the rough jeans over his thigh and brings it up to the cigar hanging out of his mouth.

“Would you mind not smoking that in here please, Logan?” Ororo asks, giving him a hard look. She wipes the back of her hand over her forehead as he looks up at her. His hands still, holding the match to the cigar and the end of it begins to light, but he doesn’t puff and start it. She can see his eyes look her up and down quickly before he takes his hands away and waves the match until it goes out.

“Thank you,” she says and turns back to look at the plant she had been working with. She notices Logan nod out of the corner of her eye and look around again. “So, why are you here, Logan?” she asks.

“I thought you asked me to come out here,” he replies, taking the cigar out of his mouth.

Ororo smiles, “I asked you a week ago.”

“Oh. So, I’m not wanted anymore?” he asks, stepping closer to her and looking over shoulder at the dirt she was now patting down.

“No, I did not say that. I was just wondering why you have decided to all of a sudden come out here when you seemed so reluctant before,” she saglanglancing at him and making eye contact for a brief second before she looks away quickly. She found it hard to think straight sometimes when she was looking into his sharp, wolf-like greyish eyes.

“To tell the truth, I came out here ‘cause there isn’t a hockey game on tonight,” he says with a small grin. Ororo laughs and shakes her head.

“I should have known. I would not have been your first choice to come spend time with,” she says, ignoring Logan’s eyes. She decided to see exactly how far down the line of choices she was, “So, where is Jean at?”

“Out.”

“Where is Scott?”

“With Jean.”

“Ahh...so, where is Rogue?”

There is a short laugh behind her, “Somewhere...out, I don’t know. She’s probably getting drunk with her friends.”

“Logan! You shouldn’t allow her to drink! She’s not old enough!” Ororo says, surprised and turns to face him.

He smiles and shrugs his shoulders, “C’mon ‘Ro. She’s allowed to have some fun.”

“Drinking underage is not fun, Logan! It is dangerous. She could get hurt,” she lectures, and knows that is not the way to go with him. She frowns at herself.

Logan gives a long sigh and leans against the wooden counter that was used to set plants on. “Fine, would it make you feel better if she were playing Scrabble with that Ice Boy?”

“Bobby?”

“Whatever.”

“Yes, actually it would,” she says.

“Then good, ‘cause that’s what they are doing. Playing Scrabble...and NOT drinking,” Logan laughs and turns to look around. “You sure know how to have fun, don‘t ya?” he mumbles sarcastically but she heard it clearly.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“No, it was something, what did you say?” she demands. “You think I am boring?”

Logan gives an annoyed roll of his eyes and looks over at her, “Well, yeah.”

“Then you do not know much about me at all, Logan,” she says, stepping over to take a clean towel off a rack to wipe her hands.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so boring darlin’, I might want to learn more about you,” he counters, moving the bulk of his body off of the counte

“Do not call me that,” Ororo snaps. She throws the towel back on the rack when she’s satisfied that enough of the dirt was off of her hands.

“What?” he asks.

“Darlin’,” she says in a poor imitation of his accent.

“Why the hell are you so fucking bitchy?” he asks, smirking at her.

“Bitchy!? I am not bitchy?!” she defends herself.

Logan holds his hands up in surrender, “Fine...fine. You’re not bitchy. But why the hell did you want me to come out here if all you’re going to do is bitch at me?”

Ororo sighs, “Well, that hadn’t been my intentions. You’re a tough man to talk to sometimes though, Logan.”

Suddenly, Logan grins and tilts his head to the side slightly, regarding her in an amused way. “What were your original intentions?” he asks. And something about the way that he said it gave it an extra meaning. And the way he was looking at her. Then, Ororo suddenly realizes it, he was flirting with her. If not that much, he was still though. It was the first time she could remember that he even attempted this playful kind of banter with her. It put a smile on her face.

She takes a couple of steps toward him and watches as his eyes follow her, nobody else but her. It was exciting in a way to have his complete attention, and not have to compete with Jean or anybody else.

“Well,” she says softly, “I don’t know exactly.”

Logan holds her eyes with his for a long, silent moment then he blinks, snapping the odd contact. “Why did you really want me to come out here for, ‘Ro?” he asks.

“I thought you might enjoy the relax--”

“Cut the bullshit, darlin’,” he interrupts. The rudeness of it surprising her slightly, but rudeness was something you had to expect from Logan. “You didn’t want me to come out here with you just so I could relax. What’s the reason YOU want me out here?” he questions her. Leaning down just enough for her to take notice.

“I do not know what you mean,” she says. Taking a small step backward. She was becoming a bit uncomfortable with the way the momentum had shifted in his favor. Had she really been so dumb as to try and fool Logan? To try pul pull this past him without him knowing until it was too late? Without him seeing through her and how she really felt, and what she really wanted? He was much smarter then he appeared, especially in this area. Flirting and playing with people. She wouldn’t be surprised if he invented how it was done, or perfected it.

“Yes, you do know what I mean,” he says, moving in closer. His larger body hovering over hers as she runs out of room to back up. LogaLogan, you are over stepping yourself. I assure you, that you have gotthe whe wrong impression,” she states strongly. Giving him an even stronger stare. It was ok to lie only if the need was great enough. This was great enough, it had to be.

Logan frowns down at her and his nose twitches but he takes a step back. “If you say so, darlin’,” he mutters. Ororo could feel her heart pumping against her chest and the feeling of slight disappointment at having his body move away from hers.

“Well, I say so,” she says, clearing her throat. “Could you go, unless you plan on helping? I have to finish caring to the plants.”

“You do this everyday?” he asks, ignoring her dismissal.

Ororo takes a deep, calming breath. “Almost everyday, yes,” she answers.

“Well, I got shit to go do right now, same time tomorrow?” he asks, glancing into her eyes before hers divert to her plants. His question surprised her. She had guessed he had grown tired and annoyed with her. That he wouldn’t want to spend another moment with her. Not that he would want to stop by tomorrow. His actions were sometimes very confusing.

She hesitates for the briefest of moments, “Oh, well, that would be lovely, Logan,” she says.

Logan seems to nod to himself then turns toward the glass door, waving his hand for second, “See ya then, ‘Ro. You have fun relaxing!” he says over his shoulder to her before he’s gone.

Ororo watches the door for a long while. Wondering exactly what kind of impression she had made on Logan today. If she had made any at all. Well, he seemed to. He at least seemed slightly interested in meeting her out here in the greenhouse. It was a step up.

She sighs, releasing the rest of the tension that had built up during his presence. He always caused that. Everytime he stepped into the room, she felt it. Something that just made her want him to take some notice of her, instead of Jean. She had never felt that way before, perfectly content with allowing Jean to be the center of everyone’s attention. She enjoyed being considered the underdog then surprising everybody when she struck. But being the underdog in Logan’s eyes, was something she couldn’t seem to allow.

**********

The next day in the greenhouse, Ororo makes herself do things normally. Logan was most likely not even going to show up. But at that exact moment, he chooses to show up.

“Hey there, ‘Ro. Miss me?” he asks with a slight smile, stepping inside.

“Not much,” she replies, knocking his smile down a notch. “But hello, Logan, how are you?”

“Good. So, you need some help?” he asks. Ororo frowns for a moment. Wondering why he didn’t get into another discussion with her like yesterday. Why he didn’tm inm interested in teasing with her. But she decides not to dwell on it and points to a large bag of soil. “That, could you bring it over here, please?” she asks.

“Sure,” he says, walking over and lifting it easily and setting it on the ground at Ororo’s feet.

This is how the day went. Logan staying quiet and helping her with her plants. Little talk was made between them the entire time, to the disappointment of her. Then the next day was more of the same. Logan making only short comments and little talk about anything other then her plants. Also, the next few days of working in the greenhouse went in that manner. Ororo found his company enjoyable and they seemed to be getting along well, but something that had been there the first time was missing. She was learning a lot about him that she hadn’t known before though. And he about her, she knew. Well, maybe they could grow to be at least friends from this.

Around a couple of weeks later, once the working or just sitting around in the greenhouse became a daily thing for Logan to show up to, was when things changed.

Ororo steps outside the mansion, on her way to the garden greenhouse when suddenly something grabs her from behind. She gasps as two hands move over her eyes, covering them.

“Guess,” came a deep masculine voice that she knew only one man in the mansion possessed.

“My little garden slave?” she asks with a smile.

Logan takes his hands away, but not completely. They move down her bare neck and rest on her shoulders. He leans forward and she turns slightly to see his face.

“Little?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Ok, my large garden slave?” ‘Ro smiles into his eyes.

“That’s better,” he says. His hands fall away and Ororo fights the urge to sigh at the loss. Logan moves beside her and she looks at him to find that he was bare-chested with a dark pair of jeans on. Her eyes roam down from his face and over the strong muscles of his shoulders, to those massive arms, then to the impressive, powerful t ant and abdomen. He looked to be made of pure muscle, not an ounce of fat on his body. Well, that’s something you got with a healing factor like Logan’s.

Her eyes driurthurther down, following the line of short, soft hair down his stomach and to where it disappears into the waist of his jeans. She wondered why he had to come work outside with half his clothes on. Well, with this heat she didn’t blame him but it was going to be a distraction for her.

“Need a better view?” Logan suddenly asks, taking a step back and holding his arms out a bit, a wicked grin on his face.

Ororo can feel a deep blush on her face, but she hoped that with her complexion he wouldn’t notice it. “Oh, Logan, be quiet,” she says, giving him a frown and turning to walk on.

“C’mon! You know you like what you see!” he calls, falling in beside her.

“You do have a high opinion of yourself don’t you?” she says with a roll of her eyes.

“No, I’m just right,” he says. She can feel his eyes on the side of her face but decides to ignore them. “You know, ‘Ro since you got such a good look at my chest, I think I deserve the same courtesy,” he chuckles. “Now c’mon.”

Ororo glances at him and gives an offended humph, “You can look at your chest anytime you feel like it Logan. You do not need my permission.”

“Ahh...” Logan smiles. “So you got some funny smart assedness in ya after all.”

“Well, I told you there is a lot about me you do not know.”

“I can see that.” he says, eyeing her. “You drink beer?’

“No.”

“Then you’re still boring,” he says.

“Just because I do not drink beer?” she raises an eyebrow at him in question.

“That’s exactly why.”

“What if I choose to have my fun by other means?” she asks.

Logan’s lips twitch upward as he fights another dangerous grin. She knew what he was thinking.

“Well, what is it that you do for fun?” he asks, his curiousity sparked.

“’Ro smiles and laughs, “I don’t know. Matters what I am in the mood for.”

“Yeah?” Logan asks, “What are you usually in the mood for?”

Ororo turns to stand in front of Logan and gives him a heated look, “You’d be surprised.”

“Wanna bet? Te,” e,” he grins. His eyes move down her body quickly then back up to her face. They held amusement and an odd playfulness in them that she had never seen Logan direct at her. Reserving those looks for Jean usually.

“If I told you then that would ruin the surprise.” she says, turning to continue walking. She can feel Logan’s eyes digging into her back. She had never talked to him like that and was sure he was probably a bit confused and off balance. She thought that was perfect.

She reaches the greenhouse and finds Logan directly behind her.

“’Ro, are you alright?” Logan asks.

She looks over, acting like she was beginning to check over her flowers. “I am perfectly fine.”

“Alright, if you say so,” he says, shaking his head.

They both fall silent. As they work, Ororo watches Logan. Despite his mean and macho man looks he was quite gentle with the plants. He also learned quickly and seemed somewhat interested in what he was doing. She found that even more surprising then when he had shown up the first time. He just didn’t seem the plant kind of man. though it wasn’t like she knew that much about him to say exactly what type of man he was.

**********

It is 1 a.m. and Ororo was still awake. Unablesleesleep for some reason. It must have been the humidity. She decides to go down stairs for a nice glass of water and then come back to try for sleep once again.

But upon reaching the bottom floor, she hears sounds of people talking. As she approaches the rec room she recognizes their voices and frowns.

“This is the stupidest show on earth, Logan,” Jean’s voice echoes out the door to ‘Ro’s ears.

“That’s the point, darlin’,” Logan replies, chuckling.

“They are trying to be this stupid?”

She hears a loud, deep sigh from Logan, “It’s comedy. Comedy is stupid. So you ya want to make people laugh, you act stupid.”

“Oh, my Dear!!! Logan! A masturbating Bear?!!” Jean almost screams, and Ororo can hear her laughter easily.

Logan chuckles again, “See Red, that’s funny.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“I see you laughin’,” he remarks.

Ororo listens and wonders what exactly they were watching. What show would have a masturbating bear? Who would want to watch that?

She decides to cross through the rec room to get to the kitchen. It was the shorter way anyway. Stepping inside, conversation ceases and both Logan and Jean look over the couch at her. Jean seems to blush a bit and scoots a few inches farther from Logan.

“Hello, ‘Ro,” Jean greets her with a forced smile. Ororo smiles back, hers a bit forced also. Jean was still up to her game, and this, late at night without a chance of Scott catching them. Jean didn’t seem to be turning Logan away at all anymore. She shakes her head, she had been sitting almost in his lap when she had stepped in.

“Hello, Jean, Logan,” she says, smiling to Logan. He frowns slightly and turns back to the television where a nerdy looking man was sitting at a desk and talking to a crowd. It was one of those late night talk shows. “I am just up to get a glass of water, do not let me disturb you.” she says politely, bur sor some reason her teeth were on edge.

Turning away from the two she hurriedly walks through the room and into the kitchen. Quickly grabbing a glass out of the cupboard and sticking it under the faucet. Her eyes stare out the window as the glass fills with warm water. It was a clear night, bright stars shining everywhere. And half moon lighting the sky so it was still very visible out.

Ororo sighs and turns the faucet off, bringing the glass to her lips and drinking the water in a rush. She knew she laughed at Jeor wor wanting Logan to follow on her footsteps, but she wanted the same thing. It was since the first time their eyes met that she knew something was different about him. And she had felt that ever since and needed to know why. And she had found out why too. He was full masculine sex-appeal. She had fallen in love with it from the start.

Especially since the only other men around were Professor Xavier and Scott. She loved Scott, but he wasn’t radiating sex and just plain man like a second layer of skin. Logan seemed so casual in it that it seemed to have drawn Ororo in. And Jean...and Rogue for that matter. All of them had their own little infatuation with the local tough guy mutant, Logan. But Jean only saw him as a way to get what she wanted. To get Scott jealous enough to actually have sex with her the way she wanted. Over the last few weeks she had noticed Scott dragging Jean oo tho their room after an encounter she had with Logan. It was sad really.

Rogue and she were the ones that took the time to actually spend time with Logan and learn what he was truly all about. Rogue’s infatuation had progressed to a caring, love for a family member type though. The girl had given up on her hopes that Logan would be her knight in shining armor when he had mentioned one word to her in one of their arguments, “Jailbait.” Ororo had seen Rogue wisen up quickly after that. She knew she would never have Logan that way so she had adapted and settled for what he would give her.

That left her. The one and only out of three that was hoping like a goof-brained teenager that Logan would change his sights and settle them on her. She knew her hopes are a lot like Rogue’s once were, but unlike the girl, she actually stood a small chance.

Placing the glass down on the counter she sighs again. She felt like laughing at herself now. For seeing through all of Jean’s and Logan’s crap, she sure had a lot of her own she never seemed to be able to see through and deal with.

She turns back around and heads into the rec room again. But she finds Jean gone and Logan sitting silently by himself, watching television still. His head was tilted back so it rested on the cushion and his arms were spread over the back. He had his legs propped up on the coffee table in front of him, thankfully his boots were off.

“Can’t sleep or somethin’ ‘Ro?” his deep, growly voice suddenly sounds, startling her.

“Oh, not very well,” she answers. She sees his head nod slowly then silence greets her. She assumed he didn’t want to speak to her anymore, but she asks, “Why did Jean leave?”

Logan’s shoulders shrug, “Said she was tired.”

“Oh, I see,” Ororo says quietly, trying to think of something to say, but can’t. The room falls silent once more. The couch gives a slight groan as Logan twists his body and looks over his shoulder at her.

“You look like you need something,” he comments.

“No, just needed that glass of water,” she answers.

“Then why ya still standin’ there?” Logan asks.

Ororo looks away from him and shakes herd, “d, “I do not know.”

Logan grins then pats the couch next to him, “You can come sit here if ya want.” She hesitates, wondering if she should just call it a night. “C’mon. I won’t bite,” he says with a smile that shows all of his sharp, white teeth. It sent a shiver down her spine. “You know you want to,” he teases.

‘Ro watches him for a moment longer then steps around the couch and sits on the end, with Logan on the other. He observes her in amusement.

“So, you have a problem with Jean?” he asks suddenly. The question shocks Ororo.

“What makes you say that?” she asks carefully.

Logan shrugs again and glances at the commercials on the television. “Fakes smiles and a nose that can pick up your scent from a mile away,” he says with a wink at her.

“You can’t smell what someone is feeling,” she mutters.

“And how would you know?” he asks. “If it’s something like anger, I usually can.”

“I am not angry with Jean,” Ororo says quickly.

“I didn’t say you were,” he corrects her. “I just said you had a problem with her.”

“I do not have a problem with her either!” she defends herself.

Logan holds up his hands, “Ok! Fine, you don’t! Jesus, just calm down.”

Ororo rolls her eyes and turns them to the television. It was still the same late night talk show. And the guest was some comedian named Will Ferrell and he kept calling the host Conan. But she didn’t pay much attentionthe the show.

“I need a beer,” Logan mumbles half to himself and stands up. He leaves the room just to return a couple of moments later with a cold beer in hand. He was the only person that she knew of that drank so much. But he could with a healing factor like his. She was sure he never got drunk. She wasn’t sure to classify him as an alcoholic or not.

Logan sits down with a loud sigh, and Ororo notices that it was only inches away from her. He gives her a small smilforefore leaning forward to place his beer on the table.

“You ever watch this show before?” he asks. Motioning his head toward the t.v.

Ororo shakes her head, “No. I do not watch much television, and if I do it is usually not this late at night.”

He looks surprised for half a second then nods, “You don’t seem like a t.v. type gal. You’re too natural to be.”

She smiles at him, “There is nothing wrong with nature.”

He shakes his head, “No, there isn’t.”

“Why are up up so late, Logan?” she asks.

“It’s late?” he comments and leans back. His arms spread across the back of the couch again, and Ororo takes notice of the arm that falls behind her neck.

“Seriously,” she says, eyeing him carefully.

Logan shrugs and stares at the television. “Just...not tired,” he says.

“How can you not be tired?”

He grins and glances at her, “How can you be tired?”

“Because I teach all day and work hard,” she answers. “It is tiring.”

“Well, there ya go. I don’t work hard,” he says and turns back to the show. Ororo turns her eyes there too. It was just a bit uncomfortable sitting so close next to him and staying silent. Though they had seen a lot of eachother these past few weeks, there was still an odd tension between them that made it slightly strange feeling.

Logan leans forward and grabs his beer, sitting back and gulping it down loudly. Ororo watches this with a small fascination and repulsion togethere moe moved so smoothly, yet acted so rudely. His arm falls back down on the top of the couch behind her head and his finger grazes against the back of her bare neck, having chosen to wear her hair up this night. A wave of light headedness washes over her at the touch and she blinks. She felt something burning inside of her as his hand stayed where it was. The finger softly tracing a path back and forth against her dark skin.

Ororo looks at him and he was still looking at the television. Seeming to be fascinated by the car commercial that was playing. She closes her eyes for half a moment, taking in the feel of his fingers moving against her skin.

“Logan?” she says quietly, almost a whisper.

“Hmmm?” he turns to look at her. His eyes roam her face when she doesn’t answer right away and then they seem to see his hand. “Sorry,” he mutters, but he only takes it away to brush a long strand of pearly white hair behind her ear.

Ororo opens her mouth to say something but the words are lost when she looks into his eyes. The gray shining dark and seeming to pulse with something...

She gasps in surprise as he leans over quickly and presses his lips to hers. Falling back against the side of the couch from imp impact, his upper body ends up laying over top of hers. She feels the hard muscles of his chest on top of the soft curves of hers. And she can feel his hands moving down bod body. And she can most definitely feel his bruising kiss and the eager tongue that pushes her lips apart and forces it’s way into her mouth before she can register what was happening.

But when it does register, she can only allow it to continue. Knowing that this is what she had been wanting for some time now. What had taken over in her dreams.

Her arms wrap around his neck and pull him down further. She loses coherent thought as his rough, hot hand slides underneath her shirt and began to inch up her stomach, to her ribs, then to her breast. Ororo moans quietly and kisses him harder. Trying to devour all the wonderful sensations that were assang hng her body at once.

“Hey, Logan you still in here? I can’t find my--Oh my--” Jean’s voice penetrates past Logan’s heavy breaths and her own and Ororo gasps in shock. Logan’s body goes still and he looks up, a horrible cringe flashing across his face.

“What...what is going on?” Jean asks. Ororo couldn’t see her, but can say how she was reacting most likely. She was shocked and very upset. Though all of them knew she had no real reason to be upset, she was. Just because Jean thought of Logan as hers, so now she was upset.

Logan slowly lifts his body up, glancing down at ‘Ro then back up to Jean. “What does it look like?” he shrugs.

Ororo groans and pushes him the rest of the way off of her. She couldn’t take this. Being caught by Jean when she was becoming so intimately involved with Logan was embarrassing, shaming, and just plain uncomfortable. She sits herself up and glares at Logan. He looks at her with a confused expression.

“I can’t believe this. This is just sad, ‘Ro,” Jean says. “And for you too, Logan.” She shakes her head and regards both of them in disgust.

Logan pushes himself to his feet and frowns at her. Ororo can see that he was about to yell at Jean for something, but she couldn’t handle sitting in this room any longer. She stood and rushed out of the r Jea Jean’s scowl following her out.

“Later, ‘Ro! Later!!” Logan’s voice yelled after her. She was too busy trying to get away from her extreme shame that she paid no mind to it and hurried up the stairs to her room.

Ororo can feel her eyes burning as she falls onto her bed. It wasn’t the fact that Jean had run in on Logan and her, or that Jean had been so upset. The tears roll down her cheekcauscause she had been about to give herself, body and soul, everything she had to a man just because it felt good. No other reason then that he made her squirm with a look. She had been about to give herself up to Logan, a man that was probably just trying to use her as a replacement for Jean.

For so long she had felt she wanted Logan, needed him, she had been blinded by it. She couldn’t do this, not if he didn’t see anything in her other then her body or replacement body. The mere thought of that being the reason he had kissed her made her shiver and feel as if she were going to vomit.

She had enough pride and strength in herself to refuse him, so why couldn’t she? Ororo breathes deeply and pushes her tears back. It wasn’t worth crying over. Tomorrow everything would probably be back to it’s normal self. No more Logan in the garden, grinning up into the sun as he wiped a dirty hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat off just to leave a dirt line across his skin. Another deep breath and she rolls to sleep. Thoughts of a happy Logan, laughing with her outside under the cloudless sky in the greenhouse walking her into her dreams.

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