No More Tears

A very nervous Asma, clad in a sport bra and a mid-leg black spandex set an ensure gaze upon Logan who cursed the Good Lord for tricking him into a no-turning-back trap.

"What are we doing there?" asked the pink haired lady to the weather goddess.

"Trainin' of course!" spat an angry Logan. Confused but frowning an eyebrown Asma asked him another "stupid question"

"uh? Am I training with you?"

"It's his turn Asma. tomorrow I'll train you and help you for the flying part.. Jean is there for the telepathic and telekinesic one and Logan for the close combat."

"close combat?" -Bad Idea.. her mind started to think at another kind of close combat and he noticed that. a smirk set upon his lips but he said nothing.- "Well I got it! today's Wolverine's day!"

"yep.. better follow my instructions darlin'.." She smiled.

"Better know what you do Logan ." he gave her a little bemused look before saying his infamous line.

" Baby I'm the best there is at what I do.. "

Ororo left them, confident about Logan's skills to teach and the pair entered the Danger Room. for the first time, they were ALONE and that situation made them a little hesitant. well, Logan used the training to keep a straight demeanor and Asma tried to focused on it too. But FUCK! she just was so.. sexy and beautiful! it really was a sin and the feral mutant understood why Sabretooth had a hold on her. now facing him, the beautiful black girl had her hair tied in a ponytail and like Logan she was struggling with herself. god! her first lesson with that drop-dead gorgeous man was hard to get used to.. but she had no choice hu? how crap! he was her obssession.. everyone had noticed it and made fun at it. it was so obvious and for the Wolverine it might have been more than obvious. he could sense her, feel her and whatever she could do Asma wasnt' able to hide the truth.. her body was speaking. she prevent herself from asking if he was attracted by her too. yes the mutant knew there was something between us.. a crave.. a tension.. but she wasn't sure it was completely shared by him. growling out in frustration, the young woman tried to get her attention back.

"ya've got t'be ready whenever darlin'.. sometimes a strike could been blown without ya noticin' it!"

"I'm ready Logan!"

He tried to punch her but she blocked it with her hands. Good! she wasn't completely new to the fight! hugh! He was as heavy as Creed but she could deal with it. moving aside, Asma escaped from him but LOgan didn't let her the time to breathe and a little game began between the two of them. He was trying to catch her, to surprise her with a punch or a kick and she tried to avoid it and sometimes to give his blows back. in a way they were like hunter and prey.. He assumed the Hunter part but she didn't want to be resumed as a prey.. so that was the strange game between them. for anyone outside, they looked like cats, gracile, beautiful together, really enjoying that little game but as Asma was enjoying that to much, Logan made his move and wildly pinned her at the wall.

"Seems ya don't fear guys like me." he stated

"why would I fear you Logan?" she genuily asked, an eyebrown arched.

"Because I'm not a good guy.. I'm very dangerous.." he said in a deep low and sexy growl that sent shivers down her spine. fuck! why did he have to be that sexy even in a situation like that?

"I could be dangerous too Logan." She said, trying to be confident.

"ya should fear me gal.." He kept going that way.. pushing her away was the best thing to do for the two of them but she was stubborn.

"I'm not afraid! Never was! Never will be!"

Her arousal hit his nostrils and he felt his body hardening. That just was the sweetest scent he'd ever sniffed. she smelled like fresh grass and a little bit of fresh ground and that just turned him on.. She was smelling like nature and he was a child of Mother Nature. a few people could understand that.. Ororo was one of them..as she was a wind-rider..aerial and gracile.. a goddess like.. a goddess to him.. She was the sky as he was the ground. they could have been a great pair but he couldn't.. not after Jean.. it wasn't correct.. and Asma resolved the great tension between the three of them.. driving all his attention to her..

"What's wrong cow-boy?" her confused and aroused tone tore him from his thoughts.

"I can't.." He left her, freeing the girl from his tight grip.

"What's the matter? (anger rising) you're hot as hell and you're playing the ice King?"

"I'm not like Creed!" he simply said.

"I never said you were! didn't ever think like this!" she spat, really getting angry.

"I'm not sure.." He growled. She blinked and growled back.

"What???? I don't understand Logan."

"We should keep training." He tried to look as hard as he could but in fact, his heart was twitching in ways he didn't think possible.

"Fuck Logan! you're lying to yourself! don't try to escape!"

"yer the one who's lying to himself! yer kidding yerself wit' me! I'm not Creed!' he Spat angry at her! well, that was lame.. very lame of him..

"I didnt' say you were!!! Fuck Logan!! (yelling) I'm just.. attracted to you!!! and YOU KNOW IT!!!" He shot her a very shocked look before saying.

"Don't yell! it's just YA! YER the one wit' a thing fer feral mutants!" that was the words he didn't want to say but before he could realize they left his mouth. she paused for a while before saying, clearly hurt.

"Fuck you Logan... (low tone) you're too damn stupid! you don't understand anything.. it's not the real problem.. you're the one who's afraid here!.. coward!"

and she left him.. walking to soothe her pain. He cussed when she was out of view and trained harder! fucking Creed! that was his fault! that stupid smell of him.. that was what disturbed him. Logan couldn't help but having his blood boiling and rushing trough his veins when he smelled her scent! how could a scum like Crred have been loved? LOVED? She was too damn good for him.. just too fucking good for him.. maybe for himself too.. maybe that was that.. A confused Asma met Ororo at the living room. the beautiful Windrider smiled at her but Asma didn't give it back. that got Storm worried.

"Asma? Are you ok?"

"Please 'Ro not now.." Whispered the young woman.

"Asma! (commanding tone) Come here! I know you need to talk.." She nodded and came closer, sitting in front of Ororo. The African Beauty asked her.

"What's going on?"

"Do I really need to explain ?" she spat, feeling miserable.

"Yes Asma, you can't feel bad without anyone around.. We need to know how you're feeling.. to be able to help you when needed! and you need my help now.."

"What if.. (sobbing) it doesn't help at all?"

"why being so pessimistic? I know it's because of Logan..was he too harsh with you?" but the pout Asma had on her face showed the wind rider she was wrong.

"I'm not a kid 'RO.. I'm a big girl.. I can handle it..him.." she whispered not really conviced.

"So Logan IS the problem.."

there was a little silence between the two of them but Ororo held on. coming closer she took Asma's hand and warmed it with a gentle wind. the girl felt better and leaned her head on the offered shoulder. She really needed to talk, to let it flow and Ororo was the right person to do that with. She was understanding and quite free unlike Jean who was married and had to take care of good husband Scott. a tear, and another, start rolling on her cheeks as she tried to stay calm while answering the weather goddess.

"Yes.. I'm.. you know.. very attracted to Logan.. there's not a secret about that.."

"Keep going.. I'm with you.." Her tone was soothing for Asma who played with the silvery hair of the former weather goddess. Ororo was not really like a mother to her, but felt more like a big sister and on top of that was a very good friend.; maybe one of her best along with Marie and Jean.

"Well.. It would never work.. I know he's attracted to me.. well I just only could guess it by his acting toward me.. we.. we were so close in the Danger Room.. we could almost kiss each other.. he.. he fled.. because he thought I treated him like a substitute.. like Victor's substitute.. but Victor is a part of my PAST!!! god damnit , my PAST!!!! (getting angry again)"

"Please Asma! don't think that's the only thing people know about you.." said Ororo, trying to calm her down but it failed.

"God 'Ro! Stop lying to me please! I know the looks! People think I've got a thing for feral mutants! they think I'm a superbitch, leaving Victor and coming to his greatest foe.. Wolverine! is that a crime to be attracted to him? god! if only it just was attraction.." she pleaded.. and that made her frowned an eyebrown.. what? more than.. attraction? what could that be? maybe it was too soon but she had put a finger on something that would be hard to get rid after..

"of course not! feelings aren't a bad thing and they can't be controlled! you had some for Victor. Well.. you were deeply in love with him.. and It is really difficult for us to accept it! for us Creed had always been an asshole! the Bad Man.. I guess you need to explain your feelings and your story to others.; they would understand.. it would be difficult for Logan to deal with it but that's a good idea! you must do that!"

Asma nodded at the idea.. but in fact she was afraid. how could he stand there and listening to her talking about Victor? if he had done the same thing with one of his lovers, she would get mad! she knew it. seeing the young girl being that confused, the weather witch stroke her hair and planted many kisses on her forehead. that would pass. that had to pass because Asma's spirit balance was fragile and she could do things only god knew she was able. that was a hard part to deal with. feeling better, the pink haired lady stood up and left her older friend to take a refreshing shower. the hardest part was yet to come!!!

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